I forgot my password, failed the captcha and have been accused of being a robot. I don’t even know how to fight these allegations.

Lately I have the attention span of wait what?

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again because I have a terrible memory.

I don’t understand how I can remember every word of a song from 1984, but I can’t remember why I walked into the kitchen.

I enjoy long walks up and down my stairs trying to remember what I was supposed to be doing.

Nothing refreshes my memory of what I need at the grocery store like coming home from the grocery store.

At my age, “getting lucky” means walking into a room and remembering what you came in there for.

A big part of aging is accumulating keys and not knowing what they’re for.

Just remembered why I went upstairs yesterday.

I keep forgetting i’m at the age where people will tell me they’re pregnant and my reaction is supposed to be positive.

All my passwords are protected by short term memory loss.

Not to brag, but I just walked upstairs and remembered why.

Hate when I get halfway there and have to go back for my teeth.

All of my passwords are protected by short-term memory loss.

God: “I’m all-knowing but I’d rather be all-forgetting.”

I forgot to turn my clocks back and, oh my God, you guys are not going to believe the stuff that happens in the next hour.

My age is news to me every single time I remember.

The train announcer just said we should keep our personal belongings with us at all times but I’ve left most of mine at home.

I don’t remember if I took my pills, but I can’t check because I can’t remember where I put my glasses.

I’ve reached the age where my train of thought often leaves the station without me.

Autumn and winter are coming. The time when I make myself tea and always forget that I’ve made myself tea.

I’m not saying it’s been a while, I’m just saying I completely blanked on the name of my gym.

He’s making a list, he’s checking it twice, he’s leaving the store, he still forgot milk.

Senility is the pits. Spent an hour driving around the mall parking lot looking for my car.

Men: Masters of multitasking – can watch sports, ignore laundry, and forget your birthday, all at once.

Facial recognition technology, but for me when I’m talking to people I’ve apparently met before.

I forgot the word “espresso” so I asked the barista for a smaller, angrier coffee.

All my passwords are protected, by my poor memory.

Shazam, but for the name of the person who literally just introduced themself to me.