I think I’ve mentioned that I’m not good with dates. I’m also not good with spelling, or math, or keeping track of all the one million papers that come home from school, or getting my Christmas shopping done before Christmas Eve, or…
You get the point.
There are plenty of things that I’m not good at, but I prefer to ignore those things and live in the bliss ignorance supplies; however, every so often, my shortcomings work against me. I’ve come close to forgetting my own anniversary and once, I did have to check with FringeMan to confirm the year we were married, but I’ve never forgotten my own birthday.
How could I?
It would be an injustice to my mother and the ten months of labor she insists she endured.
In order to balance out my deficiencies, I married FringeMan. He remembers all dates, is good at math, and can spell better than a fifth grader. Unfortunately, our marriage only works if he reminds me of important dates and last month, he didn’t. I missed my cousin’s birthday. Imagine my surprise when I realized my memory lapse. At the same moment, I learned that FringeMan had sent her a birthday message via facebook.
He didn’t remind me! A husband’s failure of this magnitude is difficult to forgive. He claims that he was sure I remembered, but do I remember anything?
Providing that she’s now old enough to be experiencing a loss of eyesight, I will now attempt to redeem myself in her eyes.
Although this photo is from back in the ice-ages, prior to digital cameras, it shows off our bad hair and my mother’s ‘lovely’ (cough, cough) peach walls.
Oddly enough, I look back on that minty-green, oversized shirt and those sneakers with fondness. I must have been around fourteen, I guess, but Jenn is much older and wiser. Her hair was infinitely better than mine and I solely blame my father for my bad hair. By some evil act of misfortune, my hairdresser was Portuguese and my father would take me for my haircuts. He always told her in Portuguese to make sure she cut a lot so he’d get his money’s worth. It was THE ugliest cut in all of recent history…
the Mul… sorry, I just can’t bring myself to say it.
Years later, while in college, we decided to update our photo, but switched sides just to confuse everyone.
Collectively we used 48 cans of hairspray to do our hair.
I think it’s high time for a new ‘couch’ picture. We are now older, wiser, and much sexier. 😉
P.S. Many of you were concerned over my smoke alarm incident yesterday and I thank you for your comments and emails. I’m happy to say that all is ok on the fringe. We had a little problem with our chimney and 60 mile an hour winds, but we fixed the chimney and our wood stove is once again burning warm. My entire house did fill with smoke and we were moments away from having the fire department invade our home with hoses drawn, but we managed to escape without causing too much of an early morning scene in our neighborhood. After all, we do try and live low-key, anonymous lives. 😉
That’s two smiley faces and a P.S. in one post. Let me go before I start doodling Christmas trees and stars.