Age makes one ...
"By the way," she calls, "you left your wallet on the kitchen table so I locked it in the filing cabinet."
They say you get (more) wise with age. But when Mme D has to remind you of your stuff's whereabouts, then you may want to analyze the MRI of your brain, not Mme D's uterus. However, the revealing nature of MRIs can be intimidating and might give the impression you are going to die. Hell, better be prepared. In a hundred years you will be a goner.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
