On the scale of noteworthy occasions, birthdays rank somewhere below National Cheddar Cheese Day around here.
AngDot’s Friend: *squee* It’s your birthday!
AngDot: Whoop.
AngDot’s Friend: But you’re a year older!
AngDot: No, I’m a day older than I was yesterday, just like every other day.
AngDot’s Friend: But you’re a year older than you were a year ago!
AngDot: Every day I’m a year older than I was a year ago. I say again, whoop.
(Sometimes I wonder if that kid of mine is an experimental clone and the memories surrounding her birth were planted in my mind by an unimaginative team of government scientists.)
I myself successfully maintained Stealth Birthday Mode until nearly 10 p.m., when my mother called and infringed upon the Sacred Copyright of “The Happy Birthday Song.” I suppose with her daughter and granddaughter sharing a birthday, she was bound to have it written down somewhere.
So let the celebration begin! Aaaaaannnnddd… it’s over. Thanks for coming, now get out, and take your confetti with you before the dog eats it and excretes party favors for weeks.
March 23rd, 2010 at 10:37 PM
Ack!!! *hangs head in shame and weeps* You said in your email it would be a birthday present to you (TBPD), so I had this vague idea your birthday was near the end of this month and I MISSED IT.
I know that probably bothers you a lot less than it bothers me, but it DOES bother me. So there. Because birthdays are a big deal to me and it’s important to me that I remember my friends. Although how I could possibly remember when you NEVER TOLD ME is beyond me. Still, guilt springs eternal.
And AngDot too? *cries anew*
*is overcome*
*does not welcome your sarcastic rejoinder*
*loves you BOTH to smithereens*
*smithereens, I tell you*
*only super special friends get the big words*
March 23rd, 2010 at 11:17 PM
*stands here holding rather wilted sarcastic rejoinder, uncertain what to do with it now*
March 23rd, 2010 at 11:20 PM
*sniffs* Put frosting on it. And a candle. And make a wish.
*sobs*
Seriously, though, I adore you. I’m so glad to know both you and AngDot, and I hope you have many more. And that on one of them you get Trevor all wrapped up in a non-sparkalay bow.
March 23rd, 2010 at 11:39 PM
Dost thou mean Trent?
If not, send me pictures of this “Trevor” so that his worthiness as my suitor may be judged on entirely superficial criteria.
Anyway, Ben is Fantasy Boyfriend O’ The Month currently, so apply your mighty ninja wish fulfillment powers in that direction, if you please.
March 24th, 2010 at 10:15 PM
I did mean Trent. But as I am mostly brain-dead, I accidentally referenced his still-lives-at-home-knitting-afghans-with-mother brother. Oops.
Ben? Ben who? Ben Barns? (I do love boys with swords) Or is this someone from Supernatural?
March 25th, 2010 at 4:03 AM
Burnley.
AngDot and I are sharing.
Which, in view of the FANTASY boyfriend designation, isn’t as vile and wrong as it sounds.