The back of all of the lower cabinets in our kitchen are already places only my sweetie goes. I cannot bend and reach anything from there without risking permanent disability. Similarly, she was looking for a document that we knew we printed out this summer. "Is it in the fire safe?" "No. That's on the bottom of the bedroom closet, behind other stuff I know I haven't moved in two years. But maybe it's on top of the pile of stuff I was supposed to have put in the fire safe last April after we finished taxes."

May you have the day you deserve!