You will never believe what Sweety did to me last night!
I had a few belts of tequila after the sprogs went to bed and Sweety decided to mess with my head while it was loosey goosey. (hey, I'm a poet!) We got to talking about something to do with forgetting things and he told me that I forgot his birthday this year. Now, I was pretty sure that I hadn't but he was so serious and being so forgiving about it that I decided that I must have. So I started to cry because I felt so horrible that I forgot his birthday. After about 10 minutes I remembered that I did NOT forget his birthday. As a matter of fact, I gave him a gift and a cake. Fucker. That was not a kind thing to do. He told me that he actually thought for a few minutes that I had forgotten his birthday but I don't believe him.