Today is my 30th birthday. I haven't been looking forward to it, but it I couldn't stop it. My co-workers were great. They brought in tons of food to celebrate, including a cake with a
cruise ship on it. I had many friends e-mail me birthday wishes. It was like it would be a good birthday. I was a little surprised that my mom hadn't called me at work to wish me a happy birthday. She has called first thing in the morning on my birthday since I left for college. I spoke to my mom on my drive home, but she didn't say anything. When I got home there was no call from my dad. It is now 7:30 pm and no one from family has called. I feel like Samantha Baker (aka Molly Ringwald) from
Sixteen Candles. All I need now is Michael Schoeffling to appear to really make this moment to really come alive...
PS. - a co-worker was even kidding around this afternoon about Sixteen Candles....
PPS - my brother text messaged me at 11pm and left me a my space comment. No call from either parent or any of my step-sisters. I am now waiting to see how long it takes my mom to realize that she forgot my birthday...