My birthday was/is a non-event. Has been for as long as I can remember. The whys and wherefores are lost in the misty fog of memory. Or something…
I’m not a cards & flowers kinda girl. I don’t know that I ever have been.
Okay, not MUCH
And that’s it. A day spent hangin’ out with the kids, working on school paperwork, and trying to plan the next six months of our lives.
Normal.
did i know it was your birthday? apparently, not! sneaky…
you BETTER be at the meetup tomorrow night. we shall celebrate!
I sneaked it into a blogpost earlier in the week, but I’m not one to put a countdown timer in my blogheader and say “SEND ME PRESENTS OR ELSE!!!!!”