Today is my berfday! I call it a berfday, because birthdays remind me of childhood. Balloons, cake, presents, fuss. Of course I don't call it a berfday out loud.
This time last year I was here:
and often here:
and frequently here:
and all over here:
People sang to me is a foreign language:
and I was the embarrassed center of attention for a few minutes.
But that berfday ended in a "zero", and I felt the need to do something extraordinary.
This year's berfday ends in a "one", of course.
We'll spend the day doing errands, take a walk, go for a quiet dinner for two, and then have the family over on Sunday.
....and I'll enjoy it just as much.
This wasn't meant as a solicitation for Birthday wishes. In fact, if you are moved to comment, then please tell me about a memorable birthday of yours. Or what you would like to do to make a memorable birthday.
Or if you prefer a quiet day with no fuss at all.
Or if you still picture birthdays as childhood celebrations (like I do).
Honestly, shouldn't there be some balloons in that picture?
