Background info:
I am absolutely horrible with dates. In our house, it's the opposite of the norm and the wife (me) forgets anniversaries, birthdays, etc. and the hubby remembers them. I got real lucky that alyx was born on 2/2/2000.
The Story:
Yesterday was the anniversary of the OKC bombing (not the funny part of this story) and as I halfway listened to the tv coverage (while doing other random things), they mentioned the date of the bombing and then at some point, the year 2005.
I was thinking about what I was doing at the time of the bombing and then it popped in my head, "Oh, this would be a great way for me to figure out when Anthony and I first met!", since we met the year before the bombing at a Friday the 13th party. I googled 'Friday the 13th dates 2004' and saw that that date only happened twice that year - in Feb and Aug. I knew it wasn't February so I figured it was Aug.
I went to lunch with Anthony and was regaling him with my mad research skills and basking in my glory of figuring out when we first met. I mean, I was really laying it on thick - I was just that proud of myself for figuring it out!
So, finally, he says, "Um.... I hate to bring this up but.... did you say 2004?"
At which point, my brain started clicking and I realized what I had done (because, HELLO - our son was born in 2000 so he would have been 4 in 2004!). Of course, then I had to ask him what year it really was (which I just had to google again because i've already forgotten it - GAH) and he informed me the bombing happened in 1995 so we met in 1994.
He then spent an extra-ordinary amount of time bragging about his obvious manliness and even posted the following on facebook:
I gotta admit, the whole time I was talking about 2004 it never even occurred to me to even once question that date. When it finally registered, I laughed so hard I literally couldn't breathe!
Oh, belly laughs are so good even when they are at your own expense!
I am absolutely horrible with dates. In our house, it's the opposite of the norm and the wife (me) forgets anniversaries, birthdays, etc. and the hubby remembers them. I got real lucky that alyx was born on 2/2/2000.
The Story:
Yesterday was the anniversary of the OKC bombing (not the funny part of this story) and as I halfway listened to the tv coverage (while doing other random things), they mentioned the date of the bombing and then at some point, the year 2005.
I was thinking about what I was doing at the time of the bombing and then it popped in my head, "Oh, this would be a great way for me to figure out when Anthony and I first met!", since we met the year before the bombing at a Friday the 13th party. I googled 'Friday the 13th dates 2004' and saw that that date only happened twice that year - in Feb and Aug. I knew it wasn't February so I figured it was Aug.
I went to lunch with Anthony and was regaling him with my mad research skills and basking in my glory of figuring out when we first met. I mean, I was really laying it on thick - I was just that proud of myself for figuring it out!
So, finally, he says, "Um.... I hate to bring this up but.... did you say 2004?"
At which point, my brain started clicking and I realized what I had done (because, HELLO - our son was born in 2000 so he would have been 4 in 2004!). Of course, then I had to ask him what year it really was (which I just had to google again because i've already forgotten it - GAH) and he informed me the bombing happened in 1995 so we met in 1994.
He then spent an extra-ordinary amount of time bragging about his obvious manliness and even posted the following on facebook:
I gotta admit, the whole time I was talking about 2004 it never even occurred to me to even once question that date. When it finally registered, I laughed so hard I literally couldn't breathe!
Oh, belly laughs are so good even when they are at your own expense!
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