Birthday of the Birthday Cake

FYI: The Greeks were allegedly the first ones to put candles on a cake celebrating someone's birth in 55 BC. I wonder if their cakes smelled as bad as their salads...

So here's the deal. I complained and groaned and moaned and grumbled and whined and nagged and griped and lamented about the fact that no one remembered my birthday (MARCH 3). To make it worse, the people that did remember and were going to "surprise" me with a cake didn't even bother to get one. I haven't "forgotten". I haven't "stopped going on about it". I haven't "let it go". I am "holding a grudge". I am "slightly bitter". I would never be "that insensitive".

Whatever.

Apparently I forgot PP's birthday. It was last Thursday. I "remembered" Monday. I am sorry. I am a bad friend. It's okay though. It seems that all of my "friends" decided to go on a white water rafting expedition to celebrate Kimmy's birth. Without me. I heard that there was cake and candles and singing. Without me. I get nothing. No card. No cake. No presents. She gets a 3-day planned outing/celebration with all her nearest and dearest (except me). I am nothing. Apparently.

Someday I hope you all grow up and realize that it's not all about you.

Or her.

Happy Birthday, Princess Pretty.
May your reign be long and may you never fall off a turret and land in the moat.
Love ya!