... that I'm loosing my mind. Here's my conversation with Dave late last night:
Me: (giddy) "Guess what day it is?"
Me: (not waiting for an answer, just in case he forgot) " 12 years!.. our first date."
Dave: "No-oo. What's the date today?"
Me: "Oh, I forgot again! Why do I keep thinking it's the 21st today?" (**see below)
Me: "Wow, you actually remembered?"
Dave: "Of course, I remember everything!"
Me: (smiling ... happy)
**See, we had a similar conversation this morning:
Dave: (regarding change in work schedule) "Maybe they'll give me an answer if I called them early ...though we should know by the 21st."
Me: (ignorantly confident) "It's the 21st, you can call now."
Dave: "No it's not."
Me: "Yes it is!"
Dave: (looking at his cell phone) "It's the 18th."
Me: (looking at our kitchen calendar) "Oh... that's why I went to the library today because my books were due on the 21st!" (big embarrassing blush!)
Dave: (smiling ... while continuing to read the morning paper)
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