I know, I sound like a whiney two year old.....but it is MY birthday and everyone should stop what they're doing and LOOK at me!!!! Shower me with the finest gifts and much attention. It's all about me!!! (the tootsie rolls the little white dog left in the spare bedroom do NOT count as gifts)
My two big kids are going out of town with their
PITA dad for a family reunion and hubby has to work late. I have to take the boy to get a haircut, alone. While that sounds innocuous....you've never taken my kid for a haircut. It's like taking Linda Blair to an exorcism. Complete with pea soup vomit - the head spinning is a given.
The only person who wants to spend the day with me??? Aunt Flo. Yup, wrap up the kotex with a pretty red bow, break out the tequila and Midol and we've got us a par-tay. Party of one apparently. Wah.
So I'm off
to pout to work where no one knows it's my birthday and I'll keep it that way. I'm light years older than anyone else there, best to just sit and feel ignored and neglected.
In all fairness, I think the daughter is staying behind and she (after much begging and guilt tripping on my part) agreed to meet the boy and I at Hu Hot. Yeah I live the fast life.
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