Story of My Life

Wow. Apparently, you all were only reading my blog for family trivia. Who knew? Sheesh. I should have been dishing this stuff out months ago. Obviously, we've used up most of the good stuff, but maybe we can dig some more goodies out of the vaults later. In the meantime, I thought I'd pass along the following story. It is a well-established fact (in life, if not here) that I can only remember Paul's birthday by adding one to Scott Calder's birthday (Sept. 21). This has always rankled the usually-unranklable Paul and I always felt a little bad about it, although if he'd gone to school with me since kindergarten, I'd remember his birthday still too. Seriously, I don't know about any of you, but the classrooms used to have all of the months of year posted and a list of all the birthdays that month. I think I could probably name the birthday of any of the kids I went through elementary with. Anyway though, today we were discussing what I want for my birthday (a new laptop) and how much (a lot--kind of, it's complicated)and Paul totally could not remember my birthday! (It's April 20, for those of you still needing to organize firework displays, parades, lavish spectacles, etc.) "There are too many birthdays with 2s in them," he said. I am not sure I will ever stop being amused. I know I'll never feel bad about having to add one to Scott Calder's birthday any more. Hee hee hee.