A Senior Moment
The doctor told me to write things down because of my failing memory.
I was about to do something, but now I've forgotten.
Oh yes, now I remember. I was about to get something to eat.
"Dear?" I asked my wife, "Would you like some ice cream?"
"Thank you. Yes I would" she replied to me.
"Better write it down," she continued to say,
"You've probably already forgotten what happened yesterday."
"I can remember to get you ice cream," I said, "I don't need to write it down."
"Well I want whipped cream on it too," she went on to say, "You had better write that down."
"Ice cream with whipped cream," I said, "I've got it. I don't have to write it down."
"Could you then please put chocolate syrup over it with a cherry on top," she asked,
"like we used to do when we first met?
You best write all of this down Dear because I fear you're most certainly going to forget."
"I Won't Forget Dear!" I said in my best loving stern voice,
"Now allow me to go and fetch you your ice cream."
I know she means well, but she can drive me batty as hell
Good thing I love her. Ya know what I mean?
I shouldn't have been so stern. I love her so much.
60 years of marriage is something to boast.
To absolve my guilt I shall serve her royally and be the most gracious host.
I'll serve her with this elaborate serving tray
with a single red rose placed in a vase
and as I placed the serving tray before her, I say, "Your Highness."
and then I'm pale as a ghost.
The look she gives to me is disappointment obviously.
It wasn't the look that I had expected at most.
"Did I forget something Dear?" I asked looking at her beacon and eggs.
To which she replied, " You always forget the toast."
I'm sorry Dear," I say with my smile turning to frown.
"You were right all along. I should have written it all down."
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