Tomorrow is my birthday. I already have my present, a new iPhone SE. Yes, I am still behind with an SE model, but I don't like those big bulky phones they have out at the moment. I'm a short little fat person and I need something small.
I used to like birthdays and holidays, but I do not find them as enjoyable as I once did. More and more, they're just other days. It's not like all of those birthday greetings on Facebook actually mean anything. FB makes it easy to wish someone a happy birthday (and at the moment I don't even know if my notification is turned on, I have turned it off in the past).
That's part of growing old, I guess. Life kind of sucks the joy right out of everything, once you've been around the block a time or two.
Anyway, tomorrow's Saturday, and I was born on a Saturday. The story goes that my mother worked Friday, went into labor at the office, and gave birth to me in the wee hours of the morning. My father said I had the cutest little ears. Or maybe that was my grandfather. Somebody said it, anyway.
I still have cute little ears. Ha. One of them is a bit tender because I accidentally hit it with a hot curling iron yesterday.
So happy birthday to me!
Happy Birthday, Dear CD, Happy Birthday to you! You were born on a Saturday and your birthday falls on a Saturday. That has to be good joo-joo for the coming year.
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ReplyDeleteHappy birthday indeed! I've quit telling everybody happy birthday on Facebook except for relatives and other special people.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday. I hope it's filled with cake.
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