It's just another day

Ok, so some of you read my little pre-birthday rant last week... I thought I'd post a follow-up.

Many thanks to my friend Base, who pointed out that a birthday is just another day, and we should celebrate every day. I appreciated your "birthday plus one" greeting very much. :)

I got a birthday card 2 days early from my mom with a check in it. That's a first. Mom's getting up there in years and the check usually comes a week late, with a call on my birthday telling me she didn't get it out on time but it's on the way so she really didn't forget me. If there's one thing mom is, it's consistent. Except this year.

From my mother-in-law, I was promised a card this week. But that's fine, she never forgets birthdays, she's just short on money. And it's the thought that counts, right? The one thing I can always count on with her is that she will get a serious card and she will underline words for emphasis. Words being plural. Actually... there are seldom words she omits underlining. I guess with her, every word really does count.

My kids said happy birthday. I guess that's not too bad, as kids go. But my daughter usually makes everyone a card. I didn't get a card. I wonder why. Knowing her, I'll get a card the next time I get a back spasm or a headache though, so that's ok. Sometimes the ones on the days you don't expect them are the most meaningful anyway. :)

My friend Buddha Girl sent me a naked online card. Ok it was more than just naked. It was fucking naked. Yes, literally. But she knew I'd appreciate it. And the girl in the pic was hot too. If Buddha Girl won't go bi, at least she sends me drool material. She's great that way. Thanks girlfriend! :P~

Another really good friend caught me online and asked if it was ok to call... and sang me "Happy Birthday" over the phone. Now if you knew this person, you'd be as shocked as I was at getting a song for my birthday. It made my day. Really. See? I'm not so hard to please. :)

And the husband? Well... he told me he was going to get me one of those kneeling computer chairs for my birthday. That's great, because I have some back problems and I know it would be good for me. Plus I had it on a list of gift suggestions sitting around on my desktop, so he knew he was getting something I wanted. Only then last night he told me I could order one.

Wait one fucking minute here!!! Who could order one? (Good, I'm glad that one hit you too.)

I told him, "Nope." He was like... huh? Don't you want one? So I let him know that sure, it would be great, but if I buy myself something it's not going to be a computer chair. And if I buy it for myself, it does NOT count as his gift to me.

Last Christmas I quit doing his dirty work for him. I used to buy myself a bunch of stuff I wanted at Christmas time, and then he'd let the kids choose things to give me, and I'd pretend I didn't know what I was getting. NO MORE. I decided if I buy myself shit, it's from me.

And I don't buy shit. I have pretty damn good taste, thank you very much. In fact, I think I will go order myself that bikini from Victoria's Secret that I heard I was going to get myself for my birthday. Maybe I'll even surprise myself with the matching coverup silk skirt. It's pretty hot. Just ask Buddha Girl.