My birthday is this coming Sunday. And some of you might remember last year at this time when we had all that snow at my birthday. We had made these really nice plans because it was my 60th birthday and Rick wanted to do something a little special for me. And it snowed.
And we are to get hit with snow again. It didn't snow all winter so far (other than a flippin' inch the other day). And now that, once again, Dear Richard has made some plans for Saturday night, we're supposed to get hammered. Again.
I quit. I hate having my birthday in January. I just hate it.
(Last year, I had said no more January birthdays. My new birthday was June 24. And we had started to plan a party out in the back yard, like what we did for Rick's 60th birthday. A big bash. Well, due to some family problems, that didn't work out either and we cancelled.)
So no more birthdays. I am done.
Belize, baby. The day after I retire.
(Sound like a broken record, don't I? I don't care. And yes, I know, there are more important things to get upset about in the world. I'm not really upset. More depressed about it than anything.)
And we are to get hit with snow again. It didn't snow all winter so far (other than a flippin' inch the other day). And now that, once again, Dear Richard has made some plans for Saturday night, we're supposed to get hammered. Again.
I quit. I hate having my birthday in January. I just hate it.
(Last year, I had said no more January birthdays. My new birthday was June 24. And we had started to plan a party out in the back yard, like what we did for Rick's 60th birthday. A big bash. Well, due to some family problems, that didn't work out either and we cancelled.)
So no more birthdays. I am done.
Belize, baby. The day after I retire.
(Sound like a broken record, don't I? I don't care. And yes, I know, there are more important things to get upset about in the world. I'm not really upset. More depressed about it than anything.)
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