Friday, December 4, 2009 11:57:42 PM
TOTALLY missed it.
Flaked out, completely.
She was ticked. She was livid. She was totally justified in feeling that way. First of all, she's made it as easy as possible for me to remember:
Her birthday falls on a different day, possibly even in different months, every year. She was born in South Korea under a lunar calendar which means that years run much differently than they do in the United States under our Gregorian, sun-based calendar. Most often, her birthday is listed as December 09, because that's when it fell on the year she moved to the United States. We don't celebrate this date.
However, it could also be the date on the Gregorian calendar that it actually was here on the day that she was born: possibly the most accurate, but this option is not the one we use either, because there is one more that is SO EASY for me to remember.
The year we started dating, her birthday fell on December 03. My birthday is on August 03. "It's perfect," I exclaimed. "I'll never forget that!" She gave me permission to celebrate that day to make it easier on me.
So, here we are. It's December 04. Yesterday, at 10:12 p.m. I sharply inhaled my breath, said to myself, "Oh, s*@t" and went sprinting for the bedroom. "Happy Birthday," I exclaimed. "I'm so sorry," I cringed. "I love you," I whined.
So, here I sit in the proverbial (and much deserved) doghouse. I never thought I would do this. After 15 years of marriage, I thought I was invincible. She'll never slip it by me! Oops!
Maybe she'll be talking to me by the end of the month. . . .
I really AM sorry.
Besides. . . she's forgotten mine twice!