I’ve never had a birthday. Sad, I know. But before you wipe away your alligator tears with your grandma’s old hankie, let me say that it’s because we’ve always celebrated my special day for the entire month of August…hence, August is my birthmonth.
Seems like I’m swimming in the sea of birthday pretentiousness, right? Well, according to Freud, it’s not my fault…ever since I was a kid, we’d celebrate my special day on my birthday, then go to my aunt’s house the following weekend, then we’d go on our family vacation and celebrate with the rest of the family…hence, August is my birthmonth.
I’m 28 now, and still, we’ve had a celebration every weekend of August thus far!
- First weekend – My slice surprised me w/ a trip to meet Alece and Mandy
- Second weekend – Ice cream cake & a sleep over w/ the kiddos
- This weekend – Family bonfire…and more cake
…Hence, August is my birthmonth.
Tonight’s yet another celebration…I know, you feel for me.
p.s…every time mark has brought me coffee this month, it’s been in this mug!