“It’s nearly November, Thumpie.”
“Yeah…?”
“November’s your month.”
“No it’s not. You said December was.”
Pause. “I did?”
“Yes! You said December!”
I pulled up the relevant blog entry on my phone and showed her.
“Oh,” she said, “You’ve still got a ways to go, don’t you?”
Fuck.
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We were out Saturday night on a date when that exchange took place. We saw a movie and were having a late dinner (by Midwest standards). Apparently, she forgot I was being punished. Had I just gone along…
