This is the one where it’s my birthday. | What Some Would Call Lies

This is the one where it’s my birthday.



Anyone who knows me well knows that I hate my birthday.  Birthday attention annoys the heck out of me.  A bunch of praise for doing nothing.  Hate it.

I woke up this morning and Daniel gave me a nice “happy birthday,” without over doing it.  And I received about 50 messages on FaceBook.  But I’ve yet to see how things are going to turn out at work.

We have a “Meet The Staff” board that has everyone’s birth date listed.  So I’m sure that a few of the more clever children will figure out that today’s my mass-attention-for-nothing day.

Last year at this time I was working from home and wrote “This is the one where there is no escaping it.”

A lot happens in a year, huh?

Also, you should all go to Daniel’s blog or Daniel’s Twitter and comment on how disgusted you are that he’s dating an older man now (even though his birthday is in 3 days and we’ll be the same age again).

One Response to “This is the one where it’s my birthday.”

  • > danceordie Says:

    I love my birthday for pretty much the same reason you hate it: A reason to celebrate. You don’t have to do anything to deserve it. It’s a time to celebrate “being”, not “doing”. At the risk of alienation: Happy Birthday. (And I won’t be harassing Daniel — I’m now dating an older man… well, for another 3 months anyway.)

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