Birthday Blues...

I'm a little down this evening. Tomorrow is my birthday and everybody who was going to come see me-(mom, dad, friends, etc.)-has cancelled. I didn't think I'd be this down about it but alas, my emotions have gotten the best of me again. I'm remembering why I used to be so bitter about Christmas-because everybody would forget about my birthday, or be too busy to pick up and phone and call, or even send me a card. I cannot tell you how many times growing up we would get Christmas cards from friends and family with a little "P.S. Happy Birthday Jenny" squished in the corner under all of the Merry Christmas and Happy New Year wishes. I rarely ever had a birthday party--all of my friends were already away on vacation by the time my birthday rolled around. Instead, my birthday bash was lumped together with Christmas dinner. My family would shove a lone candle in the pumpkin pie and sing. Nobody would get me a birthday present, they would just tell me to pick one of the Christmas presents under the tree that was for me and open it on my birthday.

I know it sounds petty, and it is. I just kind of wanted someone close to me to put a little effort into my birthday. A simple birthday card would be nice. A birthday gift wrapped in birthday paper, a phone call, something!

So now you all know I'm a scrooge. Bah-humbug!