It's My Birthday...And I'll Cry If I Want To

When your birthday is the thirteenth of the month, you have an affinity for the number 13. Unlike most people, you never fear it and you never think of it as unlucky. Heck if you did, you would lock yourself in your room with your lap top. Wait, I already do that. People with birthdays on the 13th of the month feel very lucky about unlucky 13. They will stay on the 13th floor of a hotel…if there is one. They will order a baker’s dozen of bagels…and even wear Number 13 on their back…like my good friend, A. Rod.

My parents tell me that I was born on Saturday the 13th and not Friday the 13th. I can’t check them on this. I couldn’t tell you what day of the week I was born on back in 1905. I am not as smart as Forest Gump, so I guess I’ll have to take my parent’s word for it. If it was a Friday, they probably wanted to spare me from growing up like Jason from the movie, Friday the 13th? But I don’t think that would have happened. I don’t especially like wearing a hockey mask. What a card Jason is…you don’t know whether to laugh or scream.

Speaking of cards (Like my segway?) I love opening birthday cards…especially when money falls into my lap top. My neighborhood friends and I celebrate our birthdays by going to dinner. The highlight of the dinner, other than the dessert, and the wine and the vodka…and the wine and the vodka …are the cards. Sometimes the cards are very nice…about how good you still look…which are appreciated. Especially after receiving one from me, who cares to give the very best…in-your-face…you-are-so-old….everything-is-sagging birthday cards. You don’t know whether to laugh or scream.

The thing I like MOST about birthdays….is not just the gifts that I am showered with by all my adoring fans. Nope. It is that on “MY” day, I will get a card, phone call or an email from people that I don’t regularly see or keep in touch with.

So, it’s a good thing my birthday comes once a year. But if it came twice a year…not only would I get more gifts….get more cards…get more birthday dinners…I would hear from old friends twice as often. But there is a downside…………I would be over 100 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yikes!

It’s my birthday and I’ll cry if I want to……………..