This year, for the first time, I forgot.
I had the entire best man's speech memorised but as I stood to deliver it someone handed me a stack of cards to read out and a dyslexic's panic made me forget everything.
The only reason I feel like calling my biological father is that he forgot my birthday and I know he'll send me a lot of cash to apologize.
Searching for the runaway horses by bike seemed like a good idea until I found myself stranded with two horses, a bicycle, and no shoes.
It's nice when someone hands you a present and you realize that though you forgot your own birthday, someone else remembered.