Dr. Ruth's Daughter

The only good thing about geriatric pregnancy is when you are over 40 and you’re driving in hazardous conditions and one person needs their milk cup but the other other one is screaming “What is 45 + 72???” And you pass off the cup barely and you desperately answer “117??” but you almost hit a cow and you think “Jesus if cognitive exercises is what I need to be functional in the future I am

motherfuckin’ killin’ it.” No dementia for me fuckers, you’re welcome.