This morning, I woke up in a panic, realizing that it was my anniversary, I am broke, and haven't planned anything. So, I wrote a lovely poem for my wife, and presented it to her this morning before she left for work. She says "But today isn't our anniversary." The brain works quickly and I realize that our anniversary is on Saturday, not today. I smile and say "Close enough. I wanted to surprise you."
She was touched, and I felt very schmoove indeed.