While I was brushing my teeth this morning, Barb hugged me and announced, “Happy anniversary!” “Mmmph rompf,” I replied. Shit, I forgot our 26th wedding anniversary. Sort of. We’d talked about it and decided we wouldn’t go nuts with presents. But I don’t think we agreed I could just forget the day entirely. My friendly florist came through with a nice arrangement and Barb presented me with gift certificates good for three, full-body, hour-long massages. Oh, and last weekend I bought her the high-tech vacuum cleaner she’d been lusting for. Don’t tell me the romance is gone.