It’s mah birfdae.
This signature cake from Cold Stone Creamery…
If anyone is so bored and/or inclined, I accept congratulations in the form of celebratory comments and overly enthusiastic, cliche gifs made at Blingee. Kittens, tiaras, balloons – this special occasion knows no limits.
Seriously, though, I’m always kind of happy on this day. I think it’s because birthdays were something my family got right. We always celebrated, making the affair so big that you couldn’t help but be proud to be alive. Dysfunctional, maybe. Abuse, allegedly. Loved, ultimately.
The streamers, the banners, the wrapped boxes to the ceiling… I can see them. And if that means I have a proud side then so be it – because I’m not going anywhere unless I parade around, once in a while.
I still feel special on May 26th.
“What the hell are you doing, working on your birthday?” asked Kyle.
“Oh, they needed me. I have the next few days off though.”
“Well that’s good. You better celebrate.”
Just then the boys from the install bay came up to turn in their keys. I noticed them with a bottle of that iced coffee stuff flavored with sugar and chocolate. Unopened.
“Tony, it’s my birthday. Can I have this?”
“It’s really my birthday. I love these. Please? I want it.”
“Ahum…well, okay! Happy birthday!”
To the other boy I said, “Look what Tony gave me for my birthday!”
“Oh! That…was mine. That’s okay though. Happy birthday!”
This pleased Kyle.”Atta girl! You’re on a roll, now.”
…is called Cookie Dough Delirium