A love story:
First, we met on the dance floor at this place playing loud music.
Soon after we were madly in love!
Before I knew it, we were engaged to be married.
Now, here I am in the backyard turning over soil for her garden instead of playing cards with my friends or enjoying the multitudes of brain-bending puzzles on my favorite website. Oh well, she's worth it.
Soon enough, of course, she peed on a plastic stick and it came back ＋. We were so excited!
One day, after she had had a visit to her "special" doctor, I came home from work to find her sitting at my poker table with a big smile on her face.
I said, "Do you have any news?"
She nodded convulsively.
"When are we due, honey?"
That's when things got hairy.
"Well," she said, "seeing as how you spend every waking moment that you can on that damn Puzzling website or playing cards with your buddies instead of spending time with me, I've decided to torture you."
My smile lost some of its intensity. Through gritted yet still-smiling teeth I managed to ask, "Whatever do you mean, my little buttercup?"
"Don't give me any of that crap, Buster! I'm not telling you the due date until you figure out my own little puzzle. Once you solve the puzzle I have made here, then I will tell you our due date. To reemphasize, this puzzle has nothing to do with the due date, do you understand?"
I gulped and nodded.
Then she handed me a piece of paper which had this information on it:
- March 12, 2019
- June 18, 2019
- June 25, 2019
- September 10, 2019
- December 10, 2019
What is the answer to her puzzle?