Joyeux anniversaire à moi.
It is the day that my natal event is remembered. It turned to shit a few years ago, as we all know. There is an interesting article about those like me here. I know now how my aunt must have felt - her birthday is December 7, Pearl Harbor Day. It's tough when your birthday is The Day The World Changed.
I avoid news programs like the plague near this date. Can't watch shows about the World Trade Center any more - too awful. I live far from New York City, but The Event impacted all of us greatly.
Enough of that.
Part of my present for the day. No, Moe didn't wrap Vader. Vader volunteered, after I unwrapped a little present. I laughed at the bad kitten.
BTW - DH asked me the other day what I wanted for my birthday. Initially I requested Good Children and a winning lottery ticket, but since that wasn't feasible, I changed my request to fresh flowers and a cake. So I got a new lunch bag and DVD of Dr Zhivago. DH isn't good with requests. Why does he ask?
More on me, back in the day....
The central baby is me on or about my original birthday. I was largest baby in the hospital nursery that week, at 9 lbs 12 oz. My parents' first baby - and Mom had me natural. Ow. (Her OB was incompetent - I was due August 4. Do the math.)
Here I am at my first birthday party. Yes, I am a natural red head. I have to say, I was a pretty cute little urchin. So why didn't my parents stop with me? Oh yeah - they wanted a boy. (Who finally came 8 years later after 2 more girls.)
And now, 53 years after the original event, I have my own urchins. Here are the Stooges some years ago, being Junior Birdmen. And I understand why my parents had more... Though I'm done! No chance of girls for me!
Hope your day is wonderful....
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