Ba-na-na-na-na-na- You say it’s your birthday! Ba-na-na-na-na-na- It’s my birthday too, Yeah....
I can never understand why people complain about their birthdays. Shy away from being sung to, refuse parties, etc....
Birthdays! They’re SO much fun! Wooh-hoo!
But, oops! I am one of those people, and it seems I always have been.
I remember, waking up on the morning of my third birthday ecstatic. After weeks of giddy anticipation, I was three! I was no longer a baby! But, by three that afternoon, I was exhausted and cross. Birthdays have been that way for me ever since. The anticipation and expectation of turning one year older wears me out before I can even enjoy it. Wake me when it’s over.
Twelve years into our relationship, my bad birthday attitude still catches my husband by surprise. He suggests that I could change the date, if that’s the problem, but worries there might be astrological ramifications.
But, I’m looking into it. I suspect it’s already legal in California.
I’m keeping my eye out for the perfect date. One that’s fun and exciting, and will bring me great fortune... or, at the very least, will make me a great organizer and a better housecleaner.
A Clean house. Now that’s something worth celebrating!
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Happy birthday! I have a birthday week sometimes!
I hope you actually enjoyed your birthday celebration today. I was so pleased to be able to join you. I do hope we can can get together, just the two of us, sometime soon.
xoxoxox
The cousin says, although I may show up as anonymous (it's just due to my lack of understanding of blogger site functioning or, rather, laziness and not wanting to register), so glad to get to ride the big rides with you...ah, the roller coaster of life. No wait, that was the toddler dragon roller coaster wasn't it?
And now, if only the two guys would sleep as I have deemed they need to. Where do they get different ideas? Free will is for the birds I tell ya'!
So, happy happy!
Please don't choose a birthday between November and February or we'll all go broke! I'm glad this Bday was good.
And as for writing about me is concerned, I always told you that I was giving you a childhood you could write about. What use is a childhood otherwise?
xoxox
mom
I used to love my birthday when I was little, but now its just embarassing. I think it reminds me that I'm another year older and no closer to accomplioshing the things I dreamed of doing when I was younger!
As for a new date, how about the Fourth of July? You'd get a four0-day-weekend off on your birthday, plus carnivals and fireworks and parades! Sweet!
If you pick a new birthday that miraculously makes you a housecleaner-extraordinaire, please pass along the magic date to me. I need all the help I can in that department. And then some.
Talk about cleaning impaired!
How about Feb. 29th... Then you only age once ever four years and it's a cool day. But it probly wouldn't make you more organized... o well. Happy Belated B-day!
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