As senior citizens, my wife and I support each others memory,

or lack of it.  One night while sitting at the kitchen table

we were chatting about garden chores.  It remended me of something

I had to get from the garage.  When I got to the door, my mind

went blank.  I returned to the table a asked my wife what it

was I was going to get.  She looked up at me with a curious

stare and asked, "Just who in the hell are you?"

Sent by E. R S