Ok, Everybody in the Pool.

Update:  You missed the boat. It was 3:53pm and she sheepishly said “Happy Birthday”.

LK: No biggie, I don’t really make that big a deal of it.  I was just guessing how many hours it’d take you…

CW:  … to bring it up?

LK:  Yup.

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Let’s take a pool and see how many hours from right now it takes Cruel Wife to realize that she forgot my birthday.  This isn’t even the day so there’s no graceful save on this one.

I’m not ticked, and simple fact is, I hate celebrating my birthday.  It’s not a “getting old” thing because there is NO sense in getting uptight about it.  Happens whether you like it or not.

I just find it strange to get excited on one particular day when we kind of should (in the background) celebrate someone’s continued existence daily.  No, it’s not a Zen thing or hippie-dippie new age thing.  Think of the House quote:

The notion of picking one time of year to be decent to other people is obscene because it’s actually validating the notion of being miserable wretches the rest of the year. – House

House means it about Christmas, but hey, insert any arbitrary occasion you like.

This will be fun!  Anyone care to hazard a guess?

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