Happy Birthday to me....Happy Birthday to me....Happy Birthday E-T-number oo-one....Happy Birthday to me....And many more....
I love my birthday. I really do. It is the world's greatest self esteem booster. All my friend's e-mail and call. Over the years, I have convinced family memebers and friends to leave singing voicemails. And since I know few talented singers, the renditions of Beatles "I know its your Birthday," or the traditional "Happy Birthday" always brings a smile to my face. I save these messages until that dreaded power outage or I have to reset things on my cell phone, so for a good six months when I am down I can listen to them.
On my birthday I tend to go all out. I feel like it is a license to over indulge. This year I spent it working, but that did not mean that I did not spend time and money the week before purchasing things on the internet so they would arrive in time for my birthday. I bought myself books that I I would normally be embarrassed about such as "Why Men love Bitches." I bought myself a Hanson CD. Yes, that's right, Hanson. And it is fabulous. I'll admit to liking their song "Penny and me." I bought a pair of kelly green rubber rain shoes.
So if I seem a little crazy, who cares? It's my birthday.
3 comments:
Not to mention your request to meet at the Longwood Grill. I got looks of disgust from my co-workers today when I told them.
We will celebrate your birthday in style later this month -- it will not only be a reunion of the evil twins, but with Manolo and KenTak3 as well!!!
are you going to post a photo of you in your birthday suit?
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