Well, I Forgot

Earlier today, I approached an old lady who was sitting on a park bench crying her eyes to find out what was wrong.
She said, "I've got a young 24 year old husband at home who makes love to me every morning and then prepares me pancakes, sausage, fresh fruit and freshly ground coffee."
I asked, "Well, why are you crying though?"
She replied, "He also makes me homemade soup and my favorite brownies with ice cream for lunch; then makes love to me for half the afternoon.
I again asked, "Wow, I don't see why you'd be crying?"
She said, "For dinner he prepares me a gourmet meal with wine and my favorite dessert and then makes love to me all night and through part of the morning."
"Well, why in the world are you crying? Why aren't you at home then?"
She responded, "That's the problem, I forgot where I live!"