My birthday is coming.
Well, it’s in September.
And it’s July now…
But I am excited nonetheless!
First, I love parties. This year has been a speck lean financially so far, and I haven’t been able to throw my usual parties. Apparently no one else throws parties (or they don’t invite me?!?), so I miss having everyone gathered in an environment of fun and food and socializing.
Second on the list: cake. Birthdays mean cake usually. Last year, somehow there was no cake and I was a tad dismayed…I baked my own the year before, which was also somewhat disappointing. Part of the excitement of cake is that someone that enough of you to make or buy a cake in your honor. They were thinking of me! So, I will shake off the lack of cake love from the last two years and know that this year there will be cake.
Third: I love cards. Handmade or store-bought, that part doesn’t matter, because I care what note is scribbled inside. What did someone write down for me, to me?? I have been known to hoard cards from years past because they are so dear. Nice Facebook posts are also appreciated.
Fourth: presents are good! I like presents. I like to be thought of, but I can always tell the difference between a gift of love and a gift of “oh for fuck’s sake, it’s her birthday, here’s a thing in a bag.” It’s not about the price. It’s about the thought, about the love. The obligatory thing in a bag actually hurts my feelings quite a lot. Think of me with love or kiss my ass.
Fifth reason to be excited about my birthday: I’m still alive to celebrate! That’s pretty magical and glorious.
Sixth thing: it means Halloween is coming soon! I get my Halloween decorations out in time for my birthday because I love Halloween as much as my birthday.
Seventh reason on this list: I can celebrate my birthday for the entire month of September. Says who? Says me. I write the rules of my life, and September is my birthday month so I accept lunch dates, presents and treats all month long.