My mom and stepdad are in Texarkana for my (deceased) grandpa's army reunion. It's a WWII group and there are fewer of them every year. My parents are honorary members and go every year.
So today my mom called to check on me and to see if I still had my hair (it's been one week since my treatment).
I told her I thought the inch I have would probably go today or tomorrow.
While we were on the phone, I asked her if she remembered it was my anniversary.
She said she didn't, but that if she was home with her calendar she would. Or at least she thought she had it written down and would.
She apologized and wished me a happy anniversary.
I asked her if she knew how many years I'd been married. She said, "Let me get my purse."
I told her to guess without getting it.
She said, "Forty...."
Me: "I'm only 45!"
My mom: "How many is it then?" (I'm wondering if she realizes that I'd have to be her age to be married that long...)
Me: "26 years."
My mom: "Would you believe me if I told you I was trying to be funny?" With a giggle.