I feel a huge sense of accomplishment when I remember where I put something. I was at my platonic wife’s (best friend) house one evening and we were hanging out in her bedroom. She got up to get a glass of wine from the kitchen and I asked her to bring me my phone while she was up. She asked where I left it and I literally could picture where it was. I was ecstatic.
These little wins give me hope my brain cells are not deteriorating as fast as they probably are. What made this an even greater achievement was that I was stoned.
Truly, a proud middle age moment.
The photo above is me as a middle aged biker chick.