She sighed and looked angrily at her husband. Just sitting there flipping through he paper, as if nothing had happened. "Can't you just put down the paper and let us talk about this!" she cried, breaking the silence.
"About what?" he replied entirely to calmly.
"You know what, it's been the problem all day and you just continue on as if nothing is wrong." She rolled out of bed and stood up.
Her husband argued, "I have continued with my day because, I wasn't aware there was a problem to be worried about." He put the paper on his lap, and looked over to his wife, who was now angrily pacing the floor.
"This is so topical," she yelled, "just topical! It's just like you to forget something as important as this."
"It might help if you told me what I have forgotten. Then maybe I would be able to fix the problem." His eyes looked hopefully at her; he would do anything to avoid a fight.
She shouted, "That's the problem, you forgot!"
"I'm sorry."
"No your not," she screamed, "you just want to drop the subject!"
"I truly am sorry. I'm sorry that your mad but I can't remember what I forgot."
The wife softly whispered, "You forgot our anniversary." Now her tone had softened and she looked sadly into his eyes. The husband grabbed her hand.
"Wait, this is what your upset about," he answer a little stunned.
"Yes, this is what I am upset about." she replied her voice growing louder, "Is this not a good enough reason for you." Now the anger mounted again.
"It would be a good reason," he respond, "if I actually forgot it." His wife pulled away from him applaud.
"What do you mean IF you forgot. You did forget."
"No, I did not. Our anniversary is on the 6th of April," he declared, "and it is only the 3rd."
"No, we were married on the 3rd, we had just come back from a trip to Paris."
"Yes, and we came back from the trip on the 3rd and got married on the 6th," her husband reported.
"No, no we....we....OH My Gosh!" she exclaimed, "we didn't get married on the 3rd, I am so sorry." She was startled by this realization. Her husband just leaned back in the bed and picked up his paper once more.
"I forgive you," he said promptly. He didn't say anything else, for he knew, a victory like this didn't last very long.
