Brendan can never remember my birthday. And I can never remember our wedding anniversary. To be fair to both of us, we don’t forget they exist, we just can’t remember the exact date. And, I’d like to point out this is our first anniversary, so it’s a lot easier to forget than my birthday, for which Brendan has now been around for six of.
But, today, we both remembered in advance, and even have plans to eat at a swanky restaurant tonight, and order champagne. Just like our wedding: