May has always been my favorite month. I am a mostly low-maintenance kind of friend and family member, but I like to have a fuss made over me once in a while, and having a birthday just a week or so after Mother's Day makes it a month-long celebration of ME.
Not this year. May was pretty much a 31-day suckfest. I began the month determined to post something here daily, but I was in such a foul mood that when I did muster up the energy to write, it was too depressing to publish.
Early in the month, the whole family was suffering from a bug that made us all feel miserable. (In fact, mine has lingered to the point that I am still coughing from it.) I spent my Mother's Day in bed, watching a Downton Abbey marathon.
This would normally be my idea of a great day, but it was lonely. My teenager was studying for her finals, my husband had to work that weekend, and I never even got a card.
My actual birthday the following Sunday was a lot better: My nephew graduated from CSUCI the previous day, so Saturday was a big family party. And my sister and brother-in-law and their kids stopped here with birthday bagels and champagne before heading back to Sacramento. That was nice.
Then they left, and my husband and daughter returned to their respective work and studies. And I spent the rest of the day watching the second half of the Downton Abbey marathon and reading birthday messages on Facebook.
The only birthday card I received this year was from my mother-in-law. My dad emailed me last night to let me know that he's sending me one now:
"...this year your Bday hit right after we returned to Sacramento from our trip... and while it was NOT forgotten -- as you DID get the call on the day -- I blew the card component.
Thought about it every day -- but never put it together... until TODAY... hit the market and found myself in the card aisle. The result is a card (now on the table) to be finally mailed tomorrow... so be on the lookout.
Now, this particular card may not be as appropriate as I think -- actually it's not appropriate at all... Donna, it was the ONLY one when I was sorting through the selection, that caused me to belly-laugh aloud -- so I bought it and hope it brings a smile to your face too.
I think it's much more fun than the sticky ones.
So look beyond the silliness... it is being sent with considerable love and affection.
And it's all my fault... your mother has nothing to do with this specific selection.
Your father has a perverted sense of humor.. what can I say.
WE L-O-V-E Y-O-U!!!
PS: just showed the card to your mother... and she thinks it is TERRIBLE."
OK, so now I am afraid.
Maybe it's time to let go of the birthday thing.
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Happy Birthday--and you will be featuring the card in a future post, won't you?
Posted by: Jane Gassner | June 05, 2012 at 02:20 PM
Good idea!
Posted by: Donna | June 08, 2012 at 09:04 AM