Well. It's official.
Hub Man and I are two of a kind.
There is no excuse for us. We are whacked. We are certifiably loony. We are out to lunch, dopey, and clueless.
We have both, in synchronous lame brain harmony.....
Forgotten our own wedding anniversary.
Yep.
It's a fact.
We did.
We have just lost our ability to chide ANYONE for ANY lapse in memory from now on. We have just very effectively put ourselves on the dark end of the bell curve, where we will languish as the lowest of the low until they print a new chart.
But hey, thanks there Dad for sending us the anniversary e-card. Otherwise I would have awakened in the middle of the night, sat bolt upright in bed, two or three weeks from now with the awful awareness that I had forgotten my own wedding day.
This way, I just laughed my head off and called Hub Man on his cell phone and we shared our dopey lunacy together by laughing so hard that my face hurt.
I wonder if we will ever forget another one?
I'm taking bets!