Sunday, November 14, 2004
I know the day isn't over yet, but it is late enough that I feel justified in saying this. (And I may wait until tomorrow to publish it)
No matter how old you get, it just really sucks when your family forgets your birthday. I mean, I can understand Maria forgetting - she's fourteen. And I know my friends just don't keep track of that sort of thing. Well, most of them don't anyway. I did get one card from a woman who used to live next door to us. She's in Kentucky now. (And if you think my life has turned out strangely, you should hear about hers!)
But one would think that my mother would remember.
Do me a favor... when I start forgetting my kids' birthdays, put me out of my misery.
No matter how old you get, it just really sucks when your family forgets your birthday. I mean, I can understand Maria forgetting - she's fourteen. And I know my friends just don't keep track of that sort of thing. Well, most of them don't anyway. I did get one card from a woman who used to live next door to us. She's in Kentucky now. (And if you think my life has turned out strangely, you should hear about hers!)
But one would think that my mother would remember.
Do me a favor... when I start forgetting my kids' birthdays, put me out of my misery.
