Yeah, I know, it should say b-day. But no. I’m going with d-day.
1. Military. the day, usually unspecified, set for the beginning of a planned attack.
2. June 6, 1944, the day of the invasion of western Europe by Allied forces in World War II.
3. Informal. any day of special significance, as one marking an important event or goal.
I guess this would be definition #3. Or #1. Yep, definitely the beginning of a planned attack.
I’m going to be lazy today. I’m going to eat bad foods today. I’m going to feel bad about it tomorrow. But I don’t care. I guess I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. Or I’ll just swim under it. I’m a good swimmer. Unless there are sharks. I’m afraid of sharks. I will panic and likely get eaten. I’m sure I’ll be delicious but it will end badly for me. At least the sharks will be happy.
I don’t know this yet… not for sure… but I’m betting today will be like any other day (save for the bad foods and temps in the 90s…ugh). There will be no grand gestures. And I don’t care. But small gestures might be nice. Something out of the ordinary today… originating from someone other than myself… that might make me feel good. Sigh.
I’m not happy about the rising number of years I’ve been on this planet… but I take comfort in the fact that when people see me, they guess my age at about 10 years less than the real number. That’s right everyone… I look like a teenager. Ha!
Plus, I share a birthday with this guy…
That’s got to mean something, right?
Yeah, I know… it just means we have the same birthday. But he’s awesome.
I shall stop rambling on about my birthday now. I do realize how obnoxious it is… not that that’s stopped me so far…
I’ll save you all some cake. Come on over!
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