BLUEBIRD is reading. The phone rings.
The Husband: Happy anniversary, Bluebird!
The Husband: (pause) Oh, man. You FORGOT.
Bluebird: I. . . thought it was. . . tomorrow?
The Husband: That’s my job.
Bluebird: (Eyes rolling back into head from embarrassment.) Um.
The Husband: Don’t make that face. You just forgot to make the eighteen post-its you always use. Remember your birthday this year? Eighteen Post-Its. People in space knew it was your birthday.
Bluebird: How did you know I was making that face?
The Husband: Because we’re married. Happy anniversary. You’re getting Post-Its. Act surprised.