Saturday, March 19, 2016
The hub and I both thought we were invited to a St. Patrick's Day party Friday night. I sent him into the supermarket to buy green sugar sprinkles so I could decorate some treats to take to the party, and he happened to meet one of the party hosts in the checkout line. "I'll see you tonight" he said - to the very puzzled host. Turns out the party is Saturday night, and somehow both the hub and I thought it was one night earlier.
So a fortuitous meeting in the supermarket saved us the embarrassment of showing up a day early for the party. Which is not much of a story, except the exact same thing happened last month - we were invited to a retirement party at a restaurant, and showed up a day early as well. To the total befuddlement of the restaurant manager. Somehow both the hub and I thought the party was on a Saturday instead of a Sunday.
The kid laughed herself silly at our absent-mindedness. It's a streak of only two, but not a good sign. I think this makes the hub and myself officially *old*, since we are having these senior moments together.