December Birthdays suck bigtime...Happy Birthday, Marjorie!

Okay, here's betting that I get maybe two phone calls--one card--and a bunch of
"special combination birthday/xmas gifts" that only December babies get...Let us just face facts: being born four days before Jesus is just some crappy luck; first off, everyone is busy, attending parties and such, so throwing on yourself is simply setting oneself up for disappointment...and, truthfully, many people are just el-cheapo's...they've already dropped a whopping $20 on a Christmas gift that I'll be getting in a few days--why not just tape on a B-day card and make it that "One extra special gift..." that covers both days? Like I care--okay, I CARE! Not so much about the gifts, but I hate it when people are just too frazzled to remember to call me, and remind me that I am getting older, and that they wish me a year filled with denying that depressing fact.
So, if anyone out there in cyberspace cares, or doesn't care but would like to wish a depressed, often forgotten December babe a "Happy Birthday," I would truly appreciate it...okay, I'll pay you a few bucks...take you out to lunch...or better yet, never complain about another thing again on my blog!!! Okay, maybe I can't live up to all of that, but I would surely be your friend for the day :) December 21st is approaching fast, one day and counting...

Footnote: Due to my favorite teenager's love of Fall Out Boy, which I share with her to an EXTENT, if I hear Folie a' Duex one more fother mucking time I shall tear my silky blonde hair out by it's roots!!! Dam you repeat button! Peace out...