Yesterday was Jeanne's birthday. I like birthdays. I like to make them special and help my friends celebrate the gift of life they have been given. I especially like Jeanne's birthday. Why? Because I get to do all sorts of fun, silly things, and Jeanne gets to pretend like I'm a silly girl and she is half annoyed at the birthday fun, when the truth of the matter is, she LOVES it! For example: one year (2 years ago, I think, before she had to start spending her special day surrounded by a million little children at the coast) I broke into her office the night before her birthday and decorated it-- complete with a paper-streamer curtain on the door and vases full of daisies. Then, I brought her a bag full of individually-wrapped presents that she was only allowed to open one at a time whenever I stopped by to see her throughout the day. Doesn't that sound like fun. Well, this year, all I got to do for her was leave her a stinkin' voice mail because her phone doesn't even work out at the dumb coast. So, reason #12 that Jeanne should consider a change in location is that birthdays just aren't as fun without your everyday friends. Plus, I make a stinkin' good mayo cake. :)
3 comments:
You do make good mayo cake.
This was my saddest birthday that I ever remember. I don't know why I was so sad. I guess because even when you really don't care that much, there's still a part of you that hopes that someone will do something really special for you on your birthday. I was with a billion 18 year olds but not with anyone who REALLY knows or cares about me and that was hard this year. What do you do, right? I cried quite a bit, I tried to take a nap to let the day pass quicker. Oh well...this is part of growing up, right?
I had a birthday like that a couple of years ago... the one where I flew back from being in Vegas with my family on my actual birthday. Vegas was weird and not my kind of place, and then I spent most of the day travelling, and then none of my friends except Julianne even called me. Well, another friend did call, but just to ask me a question-- she forgot it was my birthday. I'm really sorry, friend. It just plain hurts to not be made to feel special on your birthday, grown-up or not. But I love you and I can't wait to see you and I hope things are settling down for you a bit.
Mmmm....mayo cake.
I slept on the ground for my birthday...outside. I guess a better way of describing it is that I went camping.
Post a Comment