Today is the birthday of Harrison Ford. He was born in 1942. What scares me (probably scares my husband) is that I don't have to look that one up. I'm not obsessed with Harrison (uhhh... not anymore... back in the 80s... welll...), but some little tidbits of trivia just lodge themselves in a safe part of the brain where they will always remain.Well, Mr. Blueberry shouldn't complain. Remembering my birthday or the day we met, especially what year, is still a very funny guessing game for us. He usually gets them in 2 guesses now. It's funny because I know that after all these years (pushing 20), this is not going to change. Accept it and laugh, there's no other choice. Maybe the affinity for remembering dates is somewhat gender-based.
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