OK, first I must apologize for getting that song stuck in your head all day. (Though I could have been really mean and put the Olive Garden version of the birthday song in your head instead. So, you're welcome.)
Anyhow, yesterday's stormageddon reminded me why having a late January birthday pretty much sucks ass. Why, you ask?
- SNOW STORMS. As a kid, I remember having birthday parties cancelled because of the weather. "But blogmooooooooooooooom... when am I going to get my presents?"
- Which brings me to point two: PRESENTS. It's not that the presents themselves stink. It's that you pretty much get all of your presents for the year (Christmas and birthday) within the span of about a month, then spend the next 11 months waiting for another one. And, as you get older, you start to feel guilty about having a late-January birthday when your friends and family start complaining about how they're low on cash after the holidays but they know your birthday is coming up yadda yadda yadda. Newsflash: it's not my fault that I was born when I was. Talk to blogmom and blogdad about that one.
- THE SUPERBOWL. In addition to the weather spoiling my birthday, the stupid Superbowl always interfered with my parties as a kid. As a little girl, I never "got" why the grown-ups couldn't come to my party because of the Superbowl because, after all, the Browns weren't playing. (Some things never change.) Now I "get" that Superbowl parties are just basically an excuse for adults to eat and drink to excess for no good reason. Which actually has the makings of an awesome birthday party now that I'm 33.
- VALENTINE'S DAY. I've learned (from experience!) that if you're single at Christmas, you're probably still going to be single on your late-January birthday. Which means you're probably still not going to be dating someone by the time the little diapered cherub pops up a couple of weeks later.
That said, I am grateful that I'm heading out to dinner tonite with my sissies and a couple of friends (which I planned for myself -- HA!). And, on Saturday, blogparents are having my sissies, bros-in-law and me (alone) over for a homemade pasta/Electronic Catchphrase soiree.
Why are we doing the family get-together on a Saturday nite? Well, because the Superbowl is on this Sunday, silly. (And even worse... my one bro-in-law is a huge Steelers fan.)