Mrs Chief tells me I've been getting forgetful. I don't know why she'd say that, when I think it's her who can't remember so well these days.
Anywho, after arguing about it for months, we agreed to see a doctor. After an endless series of pokes and prods and tests and questions and on and on, he simply told us we should maybe start writing stuff down as a way to help.
Well, wouldn't you know it, that very night, as we were watching Murder She Wrote, Mrs Chief asked me to get her some ice cream.
Annoyed, but not wanting to cause a ruckus, I got up. As I was heading to the kitchen she called out, "with caramel sauce. You better write it down."
"Don't be ridiculous," I said. "I'll remember."
"And nuts on top. Write. It. Down!"
Now REALLY perturbed, I yelled back "I'll remember! Geez oh peez."
20 minutes later I came back with her bacon and eggs, and Mrs Chief gave me "the look." All husbands know "the look."
"What?" I asked.
"I TOLD you to write it down," she muttered. "Where's the GD toast I asked for??!"