Oh man. I had one of those "Blonder Than I Pay To Be" moments today. We were at a going away party for some friends. (Life as an expat means that people 'go away' every year and then one year it is your turn. Sigh.) We were discussing Fathers Day and I just needed to insist that it was tomorrow. Here is a bit how that went:
Me: Yep. The girls want to make breakfast in bed for Bill tomorrow. But the Lazy Gringo was giving free drinks to Fathers today - what was that about?
Friends: (Silence for a second) It's Fathers Day.
Me: No, it is tomorrow .... right? Sunday.
Friends: Honey (this friend is from Georgia:)), what day do you usually go to church?
Me. (Silence because the light goes on). I'm a complete idiot. My poor husband.
My only solace is that that his family didn't celebrate these holidays too much. Hallmark Holidays and all that. I still feel terrible because in MY family we DEFINITELY celebrate these holidays. And in my defense ... it is now just Fathers Day morning in the States and mentally I was planning my "Happy Fathers Day" skype call to my own wonderful Dad ... tomorrow morning our time. Aw crud. That doesn't cut it, does it.
Ah and what shall we do to make amends?
And Daddy if you are reading this (am your time that is:). I love you and Happy Fathers Day!