THIS HAPPENED TO ME

When You Forget Your Wife’s Birthday

Don’t use your humor as an escape

Chicago — January 18th, 2022

This past weekend was a long one in the states. Oh, don’t we all love them? They are humanity’s biggest gift to its sapiens.

Anyway, it was a busy Tuesday, as folks were finally returning to reality after the long holiday hibernation.

I was wrapping a last couple of things before Sonia and I sit down for dinner. It was almost 11:30 PM CST. That’s when this happened.

The moment I said that, I knew I have committed a cardinal sin.

“It’s her birthday, you dumbo,” a voice screamed in my head.

“No, it can’t be. It’s only the 17th today. I knew it was her birthday. I don’t forget birthdays. But, today is the 17th only. Sunday was 16th, so today is 17th.”

“Oh, really! That’s what you got? That long weekend and Monday doesn’t sound like a gift now; does it?” That singular voice had become the entire Roman Colosseum booing me.

I turned back. And there she was—smiling as always.

I have never felt so guilty in my life.

I got up, hugs and kisses, apologies, and the Louis Vuitton handbag that was hiding in the bedroom all along.

I told you; I remembered it, but I only forgot. So, this morning January 19th, 2022, I write and dedicate this post to the craziest soul on the planet. Life wouldn’t be the same without her.

Thank you for everything, honey.

Ladies and gentlemen, Ashrin Hussain Shaik aka Sonia. And me.

Here is another story I wrote in mademoiselles’ honor last year.