Google says “birthdays are like…”
… baths you have one once a year whether you need it or not.
… hairballs… with each one it makes you gag.
… puppies, the more you have of them the more likely it is that your furniture will smell of wee. I believe it.
… boogers…the more you have, the harder it is to breathe. isn’t that the truth!?
… feathers in the broad wing of time. huh?
… auditory fusion food, and who doesn’t love that? I don’t even know what that is.
… roses… to be enjoyed. sure, if someone remembers to buy them for me.
… glasses of wine: after you’ve had a few, you don’t bother to count them. I hear ya!
… earlobes. They’re long, they’re fleshy, and they’re different. wha? sure.
… psychological report cards indicating how well we have performed so far. yeah, I get it.

This morning I woke up late, with a huge headache (nothing coffee can’t fix) and a pain in my lower back. Gettin’ old’s awesome!

I remember when I was younger and I would be so upset when someone would forget my birthday. I would remind everyone and anyone who would listen, today is MY birthday dammit, you do as I say! It’s funny how that changes the older we get?

Mike left this morning at his normal time. Gave me a kiss, as usual, and told me he loved me. Same as everyday. He didn’t remember my birthday, again. After 7 years with this man I am more tolerable then I should be of the fact that he can’t (and hasn’t) remembered my birthday; unless he’s reminded by my bitching and nagging at the end of the day me. I think I’ve adapted to his thinking of it just being another day. But I won’t let him know that. I’m gonna milk this for all I can!

** Edited part:

Get this. Mike just called to say that he was on his way home. I reminded him that he has to take that car for an emissions test in order to get the new sticker (US friends: we have a government regulated system where we are required to check the emissions of our cars every 2 years in order to renew our plates (tags)).

He says: Why, we have until the end of the month to get the sticker.
To which I reply: No it’s 11:59pm on (my) birthday
Him: Today’s the 16th already, holy shit. Alright, I’ll try and make it back on time. I’ll call when I’m closer in case you’re going to miss the appointment, then you can cancel. Love ya. Bye.

That’s it. Fucker.

You think if I reminded him that we had wild passionate monkey sex for the first time 7 years ago today he would remember that!?