I confess. I, uh, did the unthinkable today. When I woke up, Gizmo Guy was already up and downstairs having breakfast. I stumbled out of bed (mainly because Seamus was whining at me) and made my way downstairs where I collapsed on the couch beside GG. Now, on my best day I am not a morning person. And this was all before having my first cup of coffee. I grunted something at GG and sort of zoned out from there until about 40 minutes later when he was getting ready to leave for work and asked me:
Do we need to make reservations for tonight?
Reservations? My brain was totally blank. What were we doing tonight that would need reservations?
For my birthday dinner?
In the thirty six years since I’ve known him, I’ve never once forgotten his birthday. Nor has he ever forgotten mine. So did I ever feel like a heel.
In my defense, I knew his birthday was Tuesday. I’ve been bugging him for ideas for presents for months. (He’s one of those guys who has everything and if he needs anything he goes out and buys it himself which makes present-buying very difficult for me and the boys.) But for some reason, my brain was thinking his birthday was tomorrow, not today. I think I got confused because he was home yesterday (it was a Remembrance Day holiday for government employees) but that made me think today was Monday. Add in the lack of morning caffeine stimulation, and my usual non-morning person personality…and yeah, it’s all an excuse, isn’t it?
In the meantime, I’m going to have to do some major grovelling. And this scene will probably end up in a future book.
So Happy Birthday, Gizmo Guy. Dinner’s on me. (and so is dessert )