So for two years in a row now L’s Mother and I have remembered our anniversary, but I’m not personally convinced just yet this is the start of a trend because this year’s anniversary was one of those round number milestone ones that people make hard to forget. Regardless, in honor of this we decided to declare an “anniversary weekend” to celebrate (in home), and even scheduled Friday and Monday off to make it an extra long weekend. (Business obligations precluded us for taking the actual date off, so this seemed like a good compromise.)
But I suppose it wouldn’t be our anniversary if something wasn’t forgotten, and today, having properly looked in the mirror for the first since Thursday, I realized I had forgotten to shave to the extent that even the Man of La Mancha production would have sent me home . . .