Charlene and I only watched about five minutes of the Academy Awards.  In those five minutes, I began to question both my memory and who I have been watching movies with for the last twenty years.

First up, actress Salma Hayek presented an award.  I remarked, “She was in that movie about Studio 54, where Mike Myers played the owner.”  Charlene’s response, “I don’t know who you saw that with, but it wasn’t me.”  Humph, I’m sure I saw the movie.  I’m sure I did not see it alone.  I’m sure it was a bad movie.  Humph.

Next up, Meryl Streep came on the screen in a clip from a movie with Clint Eastwood.  I struggled to place the movie.  Charlene noted, “That’s ‘Bridges of Madison County.”  I responded, “Oh yeah, I saw that with you.”  Then I was promptly corrected by my wife who has now apparently never seen a movie with me, “No, I read the book.  You never saw that movie.”  Humph, well maybe not.  I do know however that long ago I saw “Titanic” with my wife.  I think.  Maybe.  Humph.

“…and the Academy Award goes to…  my faulty memory!”