WHO AM I?

Lately every time I can't remember something I start to wonder...is this it?
Maybe it is, but I have a LOT more information to try to remember as I get older. Take for example, PASSWORDS.  For someone who spends so much time on electronic devices, I must have at least 75 websites which require a password. Most of the time I can fill in those little blocks without a pause. Then one will come along that I wouldn't have a clue...so I have to ask them to send it to me, and whap...one more to remember.  I signed up for what I thought was a great app  - it's purpose to keep all of my passwords safe and available to me. I loaded them in and when I needed one I couldn't remember the password for the security site!  Most of my memory scares come from Pat. He will say "I can't find that thing I got in the mail yesterday - have you seen it?"  "No, I didn't see it, touch it or move it", says I.  This is a bone of contention with Pat. He claims that as soon as he puts something down, I swoop in and put it away and then in a few days don't remember where I stashed it. For example, he was trying to work on the new printer and needed the USB cord. He looked in cupboards, drawers, the store room, his desk, under his recliner. Where did we find it? Right above the printer in a cabinet - in a wooden salad bowl. He should have looked there first is what I say.
I hate clutter. He loves to have his papers around him. I drive him nutso.  We belong to a gas saving club at a gas station, the name of which I can't remember right now. You can get 10 cents a gallon off on Sundays - IF you can remember your pin number. That eliminates me.
You know how Angelina Jolie tattoos her kids birthdates on her biceps? My idea is to tattoo all my passwords and PINS on my biceps (and thighs, chins, feet and hands).  Talk about adding value to my body at this age!