I am super glad you were born today!

I am completely enthralled with THIS POST from Alexandra over at Good Day, Regular People. While our lives and stories are probably vastly different, she took the words out of my mouth in regards to how important birthdays are to me - quite literally actually. I am sure I have said those words almost exactly.

My birthday is September 17th. I survived it again this year, but every single time it comes around I hold out hope that I wont just survive it, I'll embrace it and I'll feel loved and important. Sure, there have been some of those, not enough to count on both hands though and I have had quite a few birthdays in my lifetime, but with the law of averages I am probably close to a pathetically depressing 10% of good ones.

Some, self-inflicted, others completely out of anyone's control, and few that we're just so unnecessary and painful that it's not worth bringing up anymore.

I know I promised a hilarious story about peeing on a homeless person, but my funny bone is broken this week and I just won't be able to do the story justice. But don't give up on me, it really is a good one you don't want to miss.

{hugs}