This will undoubtedly make it into a column at some point. But until then, I have to share a conversation I had with my husband earlier today. (In his defense, I'll tell you this: He has remembered and acknowledged our wedding date every month since we got married 14 years ago. Every month.)
Okay, so this is what I mean when I say that life provides all the material I'll ever need for my writing...
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Him: When’s Hoover Fun Night?
Me: November 11.
Him: On your birthday!
Him: Sorry! Your birthday is December 11.
Me: Are you kidding me?
Him: November 11?
Him: I’m sorry! I’ve been in a meeting for four hours. I can’t think straight.
Him: November 7.
Him: When is it?
Me: I’m not telling you.
And I didn't. But he figured it out a few minutes later. Facebook might've been involved...