"I'll be nice. Happy Birthday, Chuck. I have an old friend born 60 years ago today. His friends are celebrating his 15th birthday. Happy Birthday, Ted!"
Says the man who does absolutely nothing in observation of my birthday.
Professor Althouse; I had always thought that my ambivalence about birthdays (which I apparently share with you) was due to my having been cursed to be born on February 29. But there are others, I see.
I am actually glad to try to avoid 300% of the "Happy Birthday" serenading that others must endure.
When I was about 13, and counting the days to my 16th birthday to drive a motor vehicle, I thought about proposing to my mom and dad that we just skip all the non-birthday years. And on the Big Day, I'd get a Honda instead. Didn't work. I got four dinners out, four books, and four pairs of pajamas.
"So you have even more reason than most people have for the absurd belief that the birthdays of adults are cared about." Birthday gifts at age 5: A battery powered Godzilla with flashing red eyes, and cupcakes. Birthday gifts at age 55: Meat. Bullets.
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32 comments:
Happy Birthday, Frederick!
I like Google's doodle today.
Celebrate my oldest brother's 17th birthday.
I had sisters born on this day in 1948 and 1952. What are the odds?
Sadly, both are no longer with us.
I am celebrating my birthday today, Professor Althouse!
Too late to sleep in. [sigh]
"I am celebrating my birthday today, Professor Althouse!"
So you have even more reason than most people have for the absurd belief that the birthdays of adults are cared about.
I'll be nice. Happy Birthday, Chuck.
I have an old friend born 60 years ago today. His friends are celebrating his 15th birthday. Happy Birthday, Ted!
"I'll be nice. Happy Birthday, Chuck. I have an old friend born 60 years ago today. His friends are celebrating his 15th birthday. Happy Birthday, Ted!"
Says the man who does absolutely nothing in observation of my birthday.
What a lie!
I celebrate your birthday every day.
Even as I ignore Rush Limbaugh's.
"What a lie!" = He says "Happy birthday." That's it!
He says "Happy birthday." That's it!
...and that is more than "absolutely nothing".
I will be celebrating my 6th quadrennial today. On this day in 1992, my wife and I were married in Pullman, WA. We were students at WSU.
For people who live off billable hours, it’s an extra day of revenue.
My wife and I don't celebrate our birthdays either. Seems pointless.
I am going to steal Meade's "I celebrate your birthday everyday!" line, though.
Have a baby. Less birthday parties to give.
Women are allowed to propose to men on the 29th of February in Ireland, if Leap Year (2010) is to be believed.
your birthday comes to tell me this
–each luckiest of lucky days
i’ve loved, shall love, do love you, was
and will be and my birthday is
e.e. cummings
Well, the weather was nice, so instead of leaping I went outside and started my day with a 6 mile run. It felt great.
"...and that is more than "absolutely nothing"."
It depends on what the meaning of "do" is.
It depends on what the meaning of "do" is.
Effing lawyers!
More than absolutely nothing is a high standard! ;-)
Remember, nothing that happens on Leap Day counts. Real life is for March.
Professor Althouse; I had always thought that my ambivalence about birthdays (which I apparently share with you) was due to my having been cursed to be born on February 29. But there are others, I see.
I am actually glad to try to avoid 300% of the "Happy Birthday" serenading that others must endure.
When I was about 13, and counting the days to my 16th birthday to drive a motor vehicle, I thought about proposing to my mom and dad that we just skip all the non-birthday years. And on the Big Day, I'd get a Honda instead. Didn't work. I got four dinners out, four books, and four pairs of pajamas.
My 36 year old son is celebrating his 9th birthday today.
I leapt, but my knee really isn't up to it.
"So you have even more reason than most people have for the absurd belief that the birthdays of adults are cared about."
Birthday gifts at age 5: A battery powered Godzilla with flashing red eyes, and cupcakes.
Birthday gifts at age 55: Meat. Bullets.
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