It was a simple mistake.
Anyone could make it.
I really honestly thought we got married back in '75.
I was riffling through some papers last year and came across some conclusive proof that the year I made an honest women of Herself was in fact in '76.
I don't know how the error crept in, but creep in it did. For years we have been celebrating [?] the wrong anniversary. Last year I mentioned it was our 39th and how we met the year before making it 40 years since we first met. In fact yesterday was our 39th making it 40 years since we met.
God knows when we celebrated the Silver one, but I can safely say it wasn't the 25th anniversary.
As I said – a simple mistake.
After a while all the days, weeks, months and years just seem the same.
Just ask any lifetime prisoner.