Even at my advanced age I enjoy having my family call and wish me happy birthday. My mother called, I guess my birth was traumatic enough for her to not forget. But my memaw and sister haven't called and I am a bit confused and hurt. I guess when one reaches 120, one is lucky enough to get any phone calls. I even talked to my memaw on the phone today and nothing...She did find a perfume bottle with a clock in it....Yes, that is right. Not a typo. She is going to give it to me, just because...Um,Thanks? Well it sounds tacky so I'll love it. Would it be wrong to call them and wish them happy birthday? Oh wait, I did, but silly me I did it on the day of theirs. I am being silly, and will continue to call them on their real Birthday. But I will pout at least until Monday night. Then I am going to forget about it. I mean really I am lucky to have them. Also, it is nice to know that I am not the most forgetful person in my family.
Thank You Patrick for my presents. He gave me A&E Pride and Prejudice, Took me to eat at Texas Roadhouse, and the let me talk him in to a book for the baby and Happy Hooker for me. So it was a good birthday!
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Thank goodness Patrick finally got better at gift giving...I remember trying to talk him out of that magazine subscription...
My family always forgets my birthday...I'm sorry you're feeling down hon.
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