So the other night I asked Elizabeth to bring my bag of scrap-booking stuff upstairs. She had been using it to make cards (several months ago) and it just never got returned to me. She went down to get it and came back up a few minutes later.Without it.She asked me, "Mom, did you bring the bag up already? I couldn't find it." We went into my bedroom to look and, sure enough! There it was. On the floor right by my closet. Suddenly, I remembered that I had brought it up a week or so ago when I was cleaning a few things out of the basement. I said, "Oh! Isn't that nice? I already brought it up for you!"Elizabeth rolled her eyes at me and snickered, "You're getting old!"Yeah. I remember when I was a teenager and I thought 40 was old. HA!