Thank goodness it'll be a whole year 'til THAT happens again!

Honestly, I've never had so many people make such a fuss over my birthday. Usually, it's pretty much my Mom. A card from my aunt, check from my Dad. The STBX, god love him, was just hopeless -- celebration remembering and gift giving not his strongpoint. And after a while, having to remind and remind...it just seems pathetic. So I got in the habit of celebrating all by myself.

Which also sounds pathetic, but really, it wasn't. It was fun. I'd get a lovely steak or lobster, a dessert of choice, a very nice bottle of wine, a movie of choice to watch and then permit myself to buy 4 CDs. All at once. Happy Birthday to me!

And I did that this past weekend -- lobster, coconut cupcake, riesling, for the record. And it was wonderful. Not that it was my birthday over the weekend, but I come from a people who celebrate things when it's damned convenient. It's the THOUGHT that counts.

( But golly, I'm exhausted by all of the birthday wishing of yesterday. )