The mardi gras started a bit late, but it’s in full swing now
They say it’s your birthday! Da na na na Na na. It’s my birthday, too! Yeah!
I woke up late, opened presents, went out to breakfast, watched olympics coverage and took a nap. Later in the day we met all the family at my Mom-in-law’s house for a swim and a barbecue. There was more presents and cake.
Oh My God. I know it’s ridiculous for a 43 year old woman to be this excited over her birthday, but I don’t know what to tell you. I really, really, really love my birthday an inordinate amount.
Maybe it’s the Leo in me, demanding attention. Perhaps I’m childish. Maybe. I’m sure there are many Freudian things to say about me and my birthday fetish, but I don’t care.
I’m vaguely embarrassed to admit that I am always amazed to realize that businesses are open on my birthday, that it’s not an actual holiday. That makes me sound completely over the top self-absorbed, but I’d like to think that particular foible is limited to my birthday and not how I conduct myself on a regular basis.
Whatever it is, people let me get away with it and I’ll be continuing along until I’m dead.
What do you think of birthdays? Are they to be passed quietly with no mention? Or are you more like me and you announce it to the world? Hey, if you don’t tell anyone then you don’t get any presents. PRESENTS is my motto.