Your most unmemorable birthday (AKA Happy Birthday, Samantha's Song!)

HB

Happy birthday, Samantha.

Roses are red
Violets are gray.
Hope you have
Fun anyway!

Here's more so you can celebrate!

It had to be my 40th. Mr. Susie and I went to a restaurant and I thought it would just be him and I eating together, but then I saw my family, and friends there. It was a surprise party for me! It was wonderful as I hadn't seen them in awhile.

Funnily enough, I can't remember it.

Happy birthday, Sam. Of all days. Sorry to hear that, but hey, that's never stopped my wife from doing her most favorite thing. It doesn't matter the day of the week or the time of the day, if there's a sale, nothing's gonna stop her from shopping.

Ah! Welcome to menopause!

And Happy Birthday, too.

Happy Day!

Happy Birthday!

My worst was my 29th. I was pregnant with my daughter, and my baby shower was held 2 days before my b-day. So, after the shower, my family decides to take me out to dinner - but I didn't get to choose where we went, my out of state visiting relatives did. (yep, always a good idea to let the out of staters pick where you're going to eat in a place they visit 2x a year.) So we went to this awful restaurant where, when the waitress put the order in, she conveniently forgot to put mine in. By the time MY dinner was ready, everyone else was done and my aunt and uncle were getting ready to leave the $%@%^@ place.

Oh, and my husband gave me a hair dryer as a gift.

a frickin' hair dryer

surprisingly enough, I didn't divorce him


suckiest. birthday. evah!

Wow. You're old, SS.

Happy Birthday!

And can't remember my most unmemorable birthday.

Many more, SS.

This'll make you feel better...

Happy Birthday, SS! Your bracelet sounds beautiful- and well... as far as the other little issue, good luck with that.

Happy Birthday!!

If it makes you feel any better, I can't think of a good or memorable birthday at all. Something always comes up & I end up alone.

This year I was (am) expecting my second child, my husband was going to a Jiu Jitsu seminar that I would have killed to get to attend, my parents were going to a Spurs game where they got special tickets to sit in the 10th row, and my other relatives live far away, so I ended up at home alone taking care of my 18 month old daughter. She's a joy, but she happened to have a cold, so it wasn't the best of evenings with her either. Sigh, I feel your pain.

Happy birthday!

As far as my most unmemorable, my first one probably comes in first. I've never been able to remember a bit of it.

Seriously, though, when I turned sixteen, I got an unsharpened Disney pencil and a pink rubber band from my multi-millionaire aunt (who's also my "godparent"--like she could care any less about me, my parents, or my siblings.)

And on my younger brother's thirteenth, she got him two used, dirty, scraped and scratched up, BROKEN water guns that she took from the back of her neighbor's garage.

When my family was destitute, my parents both without jobs and ten dollars away from broke, she took the three ripe tomatoes on which my mother (her sister) spent her last three dollars of the week. And then she tried to take my mother's only photo of my grandparents (of which there are no copies or negatives)--the same parents my aunt, at 66, STILL goes to therapy over and bitches about (they've been dead for over two decades), whom she blames for all her problems. And a sole picture of my grandfather, whose woodworking she threw on the sidewalk for the garbagemen (that my mother thankfully found before it was too late.) But she wanted to take my mother's only photos.

She's one of the most apathetic, self-absorbed people I've ever known. Why even try to feign affection if you're gonna do sh*t like that?

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