I realize that I'm getting up in years but Myrtle thinks I'm a lot worse than she is about remembering things.
Lately we moved just down the street because we could buy the house cheap after selling ours and all six houses on the block are the same, just a different color.
So I tell Myrtle I'm headed for the "The Old Martha Grimes Pub" and she told me to wait a minute and she handed me a paper with a note on it.
"Our new house number. You're really getting forgetful lately and a few drinks don't help."
Long story short, yes I lost the paper and tried to get back into our OLD house but the key didn't work. Then I saw this kid walking down the street.
"Hey Kid! Wait a minute. You wouldn't happen to know which one of these houses is mine would you?"
"Sure Dad. We moved over there to that Green one."