Friday, April 29, 2011
they say it's your birthday
My birthday. That means I get to order french fries and ask for a little packet of salt as well. I choose to celebrate with children because they understand the need for festivities and good things on this important day. They will send me no birthday cards showing wrinkled women with sagging boobs and bonfire cakes and there will be no bottles of Geritol and X-lax in my gift pile. Instead we will sing loudly while the girl in the red and white checkered dress blows her oogah horn and announces to the room that it is indeed Dawn's birthday. "Do you want me to say another year older or fifty-nine years old?" she asks. Are you kidding? Fifty-nine and gimme that free ice cream sundae.