"You forgot to remind me," he says.
I can't seem to remember to remind him. Or rather, I can't seem to remember to remind him at a time when it is convenient for him to remember.
It goes without saying that Sunday would be too early. Only an idiot would think of reminding someone of Tuesday on a Sunday.
Monday night doesn't count, obviously.
He can't be expected to remember something when he's in the middle of something else, can he? What were you thinking?
Tuesday morning doesn't give him enough time. Duh. What is the point of that?
The sweet spot, apparently, is sometime after he has finished doing anything at all on Monday, but before he has begun doing anything at all on Tuesday morning.
And hopefully before the emergence of full grown trees from last fall's yard trash, which has begun to produce buds. Trash springs eternal.
from the Boy, Esq. archives: It's the least he can do