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."