…nothing special happened.
However, my mother had been in labour for three days, and still had another three to go before I would be born one frosty Saturday morning in Fort Saint John.
There’s really no good reason to post this, except to bring attention to the fact that my birthday is on Monday, and everybody should be aware of this because my birthday? My birthday is awesome.
The plan thus far: This evening, Nick & I (and Justice) scurry away to hide out in the mountains. We’re going out for dinner in Whistler tonight (any excuse to see him get all dolled up, really) then I’m hoping for a chilly wander around the village at night, then we head back to the condo (my dads family has a condo that I often go to for my birthday) for, um …
Anyway, on Saturday morning, I plan on waking up with a dog walk and a soak in the hot tub before we head back to the village to go careening through trees and around mountains on the Whistler Zipline. Some more wandering around the village and we head back to town in time to dress like pirates (or, in my case, a saucy pirate wench) and head out to Pirate Sin City. If you’re there and I know you, I expect birthday kisses. If I don’t know you, a friendly handshake will do just fine.
On Sunday… well, Nick works, so I’ll be helping the marmot move. How very birthday-ish of me.
Monday, (the ACTUAL DAY! yaaay!) I’m taking the day off work and going out to the parents place for dinner & cake, and hoping that Nick can come to (and finally MEET my parents) but I’m not holding my breath — he’s still hoping to convince them that he’s imaginary, or perhaps a hired actor. Also, hello, I’m an EA Widow, and he’s already taking valuable work-time away on Friday evening & Saturday to play with me, so I really can’t ask TOO much.
And then the celebration festivities die down a bit until…
Next Saturday, which happens to be Nick’s birthday as well (he will be turning Old, wish him a happy birthday too), and when we have our joint party, which you should totally come to. Invites were sent via facebook & a few through email. If you didn’t receive one and you want to come… and you’re not totally creepy… come!
So there it is. Birthdays a-plenty. Please to be showering birthday attention on me starting… now.
and it only took me 22 years to get over it….
She’s never going to let me live that down.
It’s not like I did it on PURPOSE! I mean, it was warm in there… late September in Ft. St. John is cold…