November 15th, 2004
|05:07 pm - Fifteen Years Yesterday|
You know, you really should remember your own anniversary. Or, if not, at least you should remember the ones that end in 5 or zero. Those are the biggies, after all.
So, today was my Mom's birthday. Uncharacteristically for me, I remembered it, AND, I remembered it ON her birthday, AND remembered to call her to wish her happy birthday. (Usually I get one out of three or so.) I actually called earlier, but she was out and about doing research at some Indian reservation for her Anthropology class, and I had to leave a message. When she got home, she called back, and we chatted for a bit.
Suddenly, it hit me: my anniversary is the day before Mom's birthday.
I shrieked, "Oh my GOD, yesterday was my anniversary!"
"Did you forget it?" Mom asked.
"Oh my GOD, I totally forgot it. I forgot my FIFTEENTH anniversary! I can't believe it." I was freaking out.
"I'm surprised Charlie didn't remember," Mom exclaimed in shock. After all, Charlie's the one who usually remembers stuff like this.
"Well ..." I said, "He did offer to take me out to the Gold & Silver for pie yesterday. Maybe he remembered and wanted to do something nice for me for our anniversary."
We chatted a bit longer, then said our goodbyes and I hung up. I still couldn't believe I'd completely forgotten our anniversary. I decided I was going to pretend to believe that Charlie did remember, and the pie thing was his way of celebrating.
I went out to the carport where Charlie was preparing to put new struts on our new (used) car.
"Hey, honey," I said.
"Yes," he muttered from under the car.
"You know what?"
He came out from under the car for a second and looked at me. "What?" he asked.
I went over to him, and knelt down beside him. Gently, I took him in my arms and said, "We've been married for 15 years..."
I paused, gazing into his eyes, and continued, "And one day."
"Oh, shit, I totally forgot!" he yelled. "I am so sorry!"
He looked so crestfallen I had to suppress a grin. "I figured that's why you took me out yesterday -- 'cause it was our anniversary, and you wanted to do something nice for me."
"No, I just totally forgot," he said, "I can't believe it. I am so sorry."
"Well, I'll just take the pie as my anniversary present, and we'll call it done," I said.
"Glad it worked out well for you then," he said a bit doubtfully.
I giggled, and he disappeared back under the car muttering.
I went back into the house, grinning at the thought of another fifteen years.
Y'all are perfect for each other.
* falls over *
Hahaha! He swears he must have subconsciously remembered because of the pie thing.
I told him he's lucky he's not married to one of those gals that gets bent out of shape if you forget birthdays, anniversaries, Valentine's day, etc.
On the other hand, he usually DOES remember! This time was just a glitch.
You're bad about this stuff too. :P
You're perfect together.