*glance at the date/time in the task bar* *go over the the couch where my wife is buried under the cats*
Me: Hey. Happy anniversary.
Her: ... Damn. That's today, isn't it?
Me: Yeah.
Her: ... How long is it now?
Me: Twenty ... one years? Twenty one.
Her: Huh. Boy, good thing neither of us gets hung up on remembering.
Me: Totally.
Me: Hey. Happy anniversary.
Her: ... Damn. That's today, isn't it?
Me: Yeah.
Her: ... How long is it now?
Me: Twenty ... one years? Twenty one.
Her: Huh. Boy, good thing neither of us gets hung up on remembering.
Me: Totally.