As an autistic, I'm pretty weird about dates and numbers. I remember the strangest dates any one can imagine. I always scare my husband out of his wits by reminding him of the dates of even very insignificant events in our relationship. Of course, I'm not one of those people who expect others to keep track of dates. To make life easier for friends and family members, I always begin reminding them of my birthday or any anniversary I want commemorated well in advance.
This is why I remembered that today is the anniversary of the night when I saw an opossum next to my house for the very first time and wrote about it in a panicky blog post. Then, I discovered that some cheeky blogger made fun of my terror. To which I responded in my trademark aggressive and humorless style. However, thanks to this whole opossum debacle I discovered my most favorite blog ever. (I'm sorry, everybody, I love your blogs too but this one is just too good.) Now I visit that blog obsessively and enjoy it immensely. Turns out it's useful to be ridiculed every once in a while. :-)