Whenever anyone talks about bad days to have your birthday, the Christmas and Christmas Eve group starts whining that they get screwed out of presents. They wind up getting a two-fer. My friends Vinnie (yeah, every Italian has a friend named Vinnie) and Kevin both have Christmas Eve birthdays, so I've heard it all before. My nephew is December 26th, so that kind of sucks, too.
The Crotchety Old Lady has her birthday on July 4th, and that is kind of fun.
But no matter how bad anyone claims their birthdate is, mine is the worst. Easily.
April Friggin' Fools Day.
Oh yeah, since forever, every time someone finds out when my birthday is, I hear some lame joke. People just can't help themselves.
Every possible combination of my mother, father, any member of the family tree, will be used in "You fooled them," or some other wacky twist of that.
Or, of course, "April Fool's Day? That figures."
And it wasn't limited to that. I rarely was ever just given my presents, it had to be some sort of stupid crap like hiding them, or giving me empty boxes. Hilarious the first time. After a few years, believe me, it got old.
"Just give me my damn socks and the 5 dollar bill, Grandma. I got shit to do," just didn't sound right coming from an 8 year old, but sometimes a kid's just gotta say something to stop those crazy relatives.
Well, help yourself to a piece of cake, and stop by tomorrow for the caption contest, birthday edition.