Birthday...and fudge...but not birthday fudge
So, birthdays are funny. Dan jokes with me, saying that he's more holy than I am because he does not esteem one day above another (reference Paul's discussions *somewhere* in the new testament regarding the sabbath, festivals, causing people to stumble, etc.) and, I'll be honest, I really, do. Okay, no, I just really, really like celebrating on certain days, and I really like being made to feel special on my birthday. maybe I'm weird. Anyway, yeah. so it's like, if I don't hear from certain people or I don't hear enough "happy birthday" wishes, I get all sad and such. lame. I do try not to, mostly, it just happens.
Also, it's really hard for me to celebrate my birthday away from the people with whom I've celebrated it forever. Yeah, that's been hard today. I do have people I love very much here in Phoenix, and I got to celebrate with some of them...it's just weird. awkward, even.
Dan just doesn't understand my excitement over particular days like this. I felt kinda bad for getting upset at him because he did not say happy birthday to me until I prompted him. Growing up, that was the first thing I would hear on my birthday. happy birthday, birthday girl! How does it feel??? I was also sad, in a weird way, to not hear it at work. how were they supposed to know??? PLUS I was even avoiding telling people because I did not want to make a big deal about it. I am truly so weird. I don't get me.
I did, however, make homemade FUDGE today. first time. ever. yum. BUT, I made it for Dan, and he didn't even like it! I was sad. He said it was bitter. I thought it just tasted like fudge. Good thing I don't like fudge, though...or else it would be bad news...