Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, I am FANTASTIC, Happy Birthday to me.
Well…I’m okay; at least I’m not a crazed serial killer, like some people I know. At approximately 11:50pm I will become 41 – which is the new 40 and a half (although my mental age is significantly younger than this – about 38 and three quarters). I am ever thankful to my wonderful mother for birthing me on the 13th of February and not on the 14th (Valentine’s day). She/I got there just in time, and had I been born in Australia, instead of New York (“I want to wake up/be born in a city that never sleeps…”), it would have been Valentine’s Day. Creepy.
This birthday has been interesting. I had exactly one brother and one mother in hospital. Jesus! - what is wrong with you people - did you forget that it's my birthday. You couldn't wait until tomorrow. Hmmm. My brother is now out of hospital, recovered from his minor mishap. Unfortunately, my mother's illness is more serious, so she'll be in hospital for a bit.
For next year's birthday I would like for exactly no family members to be in hospital.
2 comments:
as does your non-hospitalised brother .. here's to hospital free next bday for you for sure !!
and thankyou for not being in hospital on my birthday...if you had been, I think would've had to go into hospital as well.
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