Birthdays are just another day
So my birthday was yesterday. A big thank you to all the well-wishers, even Lee, who keeps different time than everybody else. It's was still night, so it counted, right? Spent the entire day answering the phone to different family members saying happy birthday. Well, except for E, who just took over my chair while I dressed and wished me happy birthday.
Best story of the those happenings is a certain twin (who will remain nameless,just like the last time she messed up hilariously for my birthday. She's got feet-in-mouth disease, but luckily, I just find it funny. I've never been huge about birthdays and presents) calling me up to tell me she forgot to mail out my birthday card. (I forget her story as to why, but I'm sure it had to do with the two tests she had in one day and the two hours of sleep she'd gotten because she'd been studying forever...) So, she continues on to say that she can just use it for E's birthday (come May) instead. Woohoo. One can only fall silent in contemplation of the utter lack of brains involved in making this statement. Happily, I am thick-skinned about such things and don't find it insulting.
Man, I still can't keep a straight face just thinking about it. She cracks me up, that girl.
Had dinner with the parents at Longhorn's. (mmm, steak) Was meeting them there, so talked to my grandfather when he called to wish me a happy birthday. And to begin to reminisce (reminise? wtf? Fracking French) about my younger years. He's gotten really depressing of late, without Grandma. Luckily the parents showed up when I started getting twitchy, so I bid him farewell and stuck the phone on silent so anybody else calling would go to voicemail. Because I just knew Diana would be calling to say 'hey, let's do dinner sometime' any moment. And you know what, she did. Also missed a call from Jon, who was trying to show initiative and head over to the house to wish me happy birthday, except I headed over to the Wests' directly after dinner. (Is it sad I find that adorable?) Maya seemed weirded out by the fact I had no plans for my birthday or for the weekend to pretend it was for the birthday. I'm not huge into celebrations. Mostly, I see birthdays as an excuse for people to call me and chat for awhile. (I like to think I'm beginning to get over this phone phobia, but since it's still primarily my relatives calling and talking to me more than making conversation, I think I'm deluding myself.)
Also, I don't do consoling well. (I'm a depressing kind of person and don't understand other people's need to be exuberantly happy as often as they can. It's tiring.) Whoever is yelling at E. better stop it the hell now. She's always something of a baby during the winter time (needs more sun in her diet, I swear), but if you make her cry again, I will end you.
PS- Laura, say thank you for the advice, ignore her as you wish, and stop poking the bear back. She knows she's making a huger deal of this than really it needs to be (though, honestly, I think there needs to be some sort of fuss about it because you weren't this bad in high school), so if you could show some of your famous politeness to your sister, I'd appreciate it.
Best story of the those happenings is a certain twin (who will remain nameless,just like the last time she messed up hilariously for my birthday. She's got feet-in-mouth disease, but luckily, I just find it funny. I've never been huge about birthdays and presents) calling me up to tell me she forgot to mail out my birthday card. (I forget her story as to why, but I'm sure it had to do with the two tests she had in one day and the two hours of sleep she'd gotten because she'd been studying forever...) So, she continues on to say that she can just use it for E's birthday (come May) instead. Woohoo. One can only fall silent in contemplation of the utter lack of brains involved in making this statement. Happily, I am thick-skinned about such things and don't find it insulting.
Man, I still can't keep a straight face just thinking about it. She cracks me up, that girl.
Had dinner with the parents at Longhorn's. (mmm, steak) Was meeting them there, so talked to my grandfather when he called to wish me a happy birthday. And to begin to reminisce (reminise? wtf? Fracking French) about my younger years. He's gotten really depressing of late, without Grandma. Luckily the parents showed up when I started getting twitchy, so I bid him farewell and stuck the phone on silent so anybody else calling would go to voicemail. Because I just knew Diana would be calling to say 'hey, let's do dinner sometime' any moment. And you know what, she did. Also missed a call from Jon, who was trying to show initiative and head over to the house to wish me happy birthday, except I headed over to the Wests' directly after dinner. (Is it sad I find that adorable?) Maya seemed weirded out by the fact I had no plans for my birthday or for the weekend to pretend it was for the birthday. I'm not huge into celebrations. Mostly, I see birthdays as an excuse for people to call me and chat for awhile. (I like to think I'm beginning to get over this phone phobia, but since it's still primarily my relatives calling and talking to me more than making conversation, I think I'm deluding myself.)
Also, I don't do consoling well. (I'm a depressing kind of person and don't understand other people's need to be exuberantly happy as often as they can. It's tiring.) Whoever is yelling at E. better stop it the hell now. She's always something of a baby during the winter time (needs more sun in her diet, I swear), but if you make her cry again, I will end you.
PS- Laura, say thank you for the advice, ignore her as you wish, and stop poking the bear back. She knows she's making a huger deal of this than really it needs to be (though, honestly, I think there needs to be some sort of fuss about it because you weren't this bad in high school), so if you could show some of your famous politeness to your sister, I'd appreciate it.