Just another day in my life where I feel pretty much forgotten.
I talked to my father last night when we got home from Fort Lauderdale and he had already forgotten about it. I guess he sent a card some time last week (I only know this b/c he had to call and get my address) and that's fulfilled any obligation to recognize the day. Pretty typical of my Father.
My Mom called this morning and made no mention of it until I asked her if she remembered what day it was. This, after spending a LOT of time and money on her surprise 60th party 2 weeks ago.
Did I mention that my birthday is only 3 days after her's? As a Mother, I think that would be pretty hard to forget...but she did.
Kelly did cook me breakfast in bed, which was sweet, but nothing else is going on. He's napping and we still don't know what we're doing for dinner, but one thing is for damn sure...I'm not cooking.
It sucks that *I* have to plan my own birthday dinner.
Oh..to top it off, my lovely "friend" came today.
That would probably explain why I've been quite bitchy lately...and my excuse for today as well.
Hopefully the rest of my 34th year shapes up to be a little better than today.