Anniversaries

My one sided conversation this morning.
"Good morning" (as husband sits down at table opposite me)
"Nice day huh?" (looking out window at threatening rain skies)
"Coffee?" (I think I heard a grunt indicating a possible yes response)
"Know what day it is?" (handing him a cup of coffee with milk)
"It's Friday." (no response)
"March 14th." (no response)
"Ahem." (I point to calendar on wall - he looks up at it)
"you know, March 14th? Does that mean anything? Like it's our anniversary?"

Finally I get a response. Something to the effect of "oh sh*t, I thought it was next week."

It's only been 33 years. Which reminds me of last year's celebration. We went to a local restaurant. About the time for dessert the waitress comes back to the table, "Room for dessert?" she asks.
"Well I guess since it's our anniversary, we should celebrate with a little dessert," I say.
"Cool, how many years?" she asks.
"32 years."
"Wow that's really something these days. How do you do it?" she asks.
"Easy - we don't live together."
The look on the waitress's face was priceless.

And so here we are, another year. We live together now. We made it through a lot of rough spots. What more can I say? I should mention that my husband truly is a caring guy who puts up with a lot. It probably wasn't fair for me to expect him to remember the date before he had his morning coffee. But by dinner time tonight I expect...