Aw, hell...we all know the answer to that.
Part of me wants to pretend I totally forgot that today's the 18th (like there's any danger of that. Thanks, Facebook, ya bastard). But that is a level of passive aggressive fuckwittery that would put me on her level so....
I could also wait until the eleventh hour so she wonders if I remembered (like she does to me every. Fucking. Year), but then I'd have it hanging over my head all damn day. Better to use the "ripping off the Bandaid" method.
I think I'll watch 'Gypsy' after I call her. I'll mention that, and she'll be flattered because we did the show *eons* ago. She has no idea how often that little piece of showbiz hell has gotten mentioned to various therapists. She thinks comparing her to Mama Rose is a compliment.