Last night I was talking to my mom on the phone while I was getting stuff ready for dinner.
Mom asks: "Isn't your anniversary coming up?"
Me, chopping garlic: "Uh, yeah, it's tomorrow actually!" (I was only aware of this because it had just come up in conversation with another friend moments earlier.)
Mom: "Are you and Chris doing anything special?"
Me: "We're going out to eat next weekend. Speaking of food, man, the best part of training for a marathon is that I can eat whatever I want. Tonight I'm making steak! Filet mignon! And I'm cooking it in butter!"
Mom: "That sounds like a nice dinner. Did you plan that for your anniversary?"
Me: "No, I just found these steaks in the freeze--wait, YES. Yes. I totally planned this for our anniversary the whole time. Completely intentional."
Fast-forward an hour to Chris getting home from work.
Chris: "Something smells good! Are you cooking?"
Me: "Yep!"
Chris: "What are we having?"
Me: "STEAK!"
Chris, gets a little misty eyed, comes over and kisses me on the mouth, "You are amazing."
Me: "I thought I'd make something special for our anniversary."
Chris, blanches: "I thought that was tomorrow."
Me: "It is."
Chris: "I didn't get you anything."
Me: "Wait, are we getting each other things? I didn't get you anything either. We're just going out to dinner."
Chris: "Okay, phew. Oh, wait, I got a six pack of beer!" (Holds it up excitedly)
Me: "Yay! Oh, look! It's [Sierra Nevada] Anniversary Ale! Aw, did you get this on purpose?"
Chris: "No, it was just the first thing that I--no, hold on, YES. Yes. I completely bought this particular beer on purpose for our anniversary."