My birthday is coming. (Note: That should not be read like you're announcing the arrival of Paul Revere.) I have a "thing" about my birthday. I was going to tell you the hows and whys, but remembered I'd written it last year. The how and why is less interesting than what made me write it all down, but you might want to check it out: Family Tradition.
This year I have tried to guide my husband into remembering that he's not the only one who likes to have a nice birthday. Dear god I hope I have neither harassed nor harangued, but after last year I might still feel a little justified. It hasn't been easy to keep his mind off himself as he's still going through an all-about-me thing (could this be the start of a midlife crisis?... do people still have those or was that only in the 70's?).
In any case, I have either been successful or not. Today I received an email from a good friend saying she can't come up to see us this weekend because she's working a satellite launch. I suspect that Tom may have arranged for a few people to come up, which would be fabulous. However, it's entirely possible that Jo really meant to send that email to her male friend named Shannon; it's happened before. I sent a reply saying she must have had us confused again. I sent another email linking her to Bossy Betty's Bad Mystic Cat (which is awesome). She replied to that and to the earlier link I'd sent so she could check out Hank's reason for not watching cable news (equally awesome, but NSFW or children), but nothing about this weekend. Hmm...
In any case, I'm hopeful that this year's birthday will get rid of the bitter taste of last year, whether my suspicions are true or not.