A Shout-Out From the Sugar Jar

When quizzed by an official form or government survey of some sort, The Girl's first inclination is always to assert that we were married on July 8th. I will say June 16th. The fact that we were married on June 2nd only becomes apparent after we've huddled in conference for half a minute or so. If nothing else, at least we're consistent.

So, yes, once again - and maintaining a perfect record for us - we both forgot our anniversary again this year. If it weren't for my Mother, we would likely never have remembered. Ever.

June 3rd, any year:

Mom: What did you guys do for your anniversary?
Me: Oh shiiiiiit!

This is unusual for me, but it is spectacularly odd for any woman I have ever known. I've asked her too, you know, "Is something wrong with us? Isn't it bad that we keep forgetting the day we got married?"

Her reply, somehow as Chinese as it gets, was "No, because we both live in the sugar jar every day."

I'm not sure I really fully understand what that means.

But I like it.