Beach Slapped

Anniversary woes

Today is my anniversary.

I mention this so that when I see half my face in the paper I will remember that it is my anniversary. Yes, this is necessary.

Last year, I did not remember my anniversary on my anniversary. Or, as some people might put it: I forgot.

This is so not fair; I did not forget my anniversary. I just didn’t remember it on the actual calendar day I got married. I had thought of it numerous times before the day and just kept forgetting to plan to do something on the actual day.

Which is even worse.

Honestly, I’m a remember-the-anniversary kinda guy. I remember the date of everything: I know the day I met my wife, I know the day of my first date with my wife, I know the day we conceived my daughter, I know the day my wife told me she was pregnant. I keep all of those (but one) on my calendar.

With that in mind, this year I made many concerted attempts to remember my anniversary. Siri has been reminding me almost daily for a week. I have post-it notes in the car. The first one says: “Don’t forget your anniversary, idiot.”

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