Already, the husband forgot and so did the kid but he’s only seven so that’s okay. But my brothers and my mother didn’t, which is a good thing because my mother usually only remembers the day after, which happens to be her mother’s birthday. And then she’d call and say, “Oh, it was yesterday!”
My friends remembered, too, although I flaked on the walk and the pool celebration because, well, I just wasn’t in the mood to sweat it out today and I had a muse to chase after (didn’t catch him though, which means it’s another fruitless chase for a character who isn’t mine to begin with).
I did buy tickets to the first and only author event I’ll be going to this year as a reader. If I don’t forget all about it, it’s on the 24th of June and one author whose books I admire is going to be there. The will be my first-ever event with romance authors.
It will be an experience to remember, I’m sure of it, but only if I don’t forget.