The acts commenced on this ball of earth: Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,
Let's get this straight. I am forgetful. This causes rows. My wife and I have healthy debates on whether or not she has told me something or not. Example, a box I tripped over this evening.
me: What is this box doing here?
she: Waiting for you to take it downstairs.
me: You could have told me.
she: I did.
me: no you didn't, or perhaps you were in the kitchen where I couldn't here you.
(later)
me: maybe you did (under breath so she can't here me)
she: see, I told you.
This is fine as far as small boxes that could only cause problems for the clumsy oafs how might trip up on them go, but when it comes to arranging the social life it makes things difficult.
This Christmas we got a planner with a grid, days down the y axis, names on the x. A great idea, but I forget to write things on it. Now, what are the chances of two friends both having their 30th birthday on the same day. Pretty good. Shame Paul forgot to write Matt's party down, because now we are going to Maggie's.
Still, we bartered for a while, and I got a day with Jonathan playing computer games (in exchange for Gina having a weekend away).
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