Part of the deal with being happily married is that you remind your mate about stuff.
So, this morning when Marianne seemed very frustrated about forgettin' something,
I offered my brain.
"Well, I can remember two of the things, but I can't remember the third one!!!"
"What are you trying to remember? Stuff we need at the grocery?
Things we need to do around the house? Things that I might do that would
make me appear somewhat useful???..."
"No! Things you can get me for Christmas!!!"
(Please insert approximately 7 seconds of stunned silence here)
"But, it's June 5th...", I replied with no meaningful effect.
"You can get me some Shalimar perfume, just because it used to be my
favorite.....And a pair of tickets to see "WICKED" at the DPAC, and......
Doggone it! I can't think of the third thing!!!"
If history tells us anything, it's that she WILL remember what Item #3 is.
And that I will forget the Shalimar...