My sister’s got this weird thing going on with her grant applications where for some reason the application won’t put the date in European style. The last two times, she was working on the applications at my house, and I went to the computer, peered at it, and the dates were all correct. This time she sent me a chat saying “You know that magic thing you do to make the dates turn out right on an application? Would you like to come over here and do that?” I said, “Sure,” and a few seconds later she said, “…they’re fixed.” FEAR THE POWER OF MY MIIIIIIIIIIIIND :)
We were out and about last night, Ted and Young Indiana and myself, and I paused at a jewelry store to admire the really beautiful men’s wedding rings they had on display, and called to Ted, “Do you need a new wedding band?” He came to look and agreed they were indeed beautiful, and I said, “Heck, we even have an anniversary coming up! It’s what, our fourteenth?”
And Ted burst out laughing and said, “Don’t ever change. It’s our fifteenth.” I was like, “Really? How can that BE?” and he was all, “We got married in ’97, my love.” So I counted on my fingers and lo, he was right, that came to fifteen. I said I’d be damned, and he laughed some more, and I thought a 15th anniversary was a nice big number that would justify a new wedding ring if he wanted one. :) Fifteen! Who knew? Good heavens! How is that POSSIBLE?