No cake for you!

Ah, another year older, but hopefully not fatter or poorer. (I have decided that I don't completely look my age and so from now on I'm just going to tell people I'm something like 32, eh, maybe 33, lol.)

I was reminded of my birthday today by emails from: my Allstate agent back home, two German pharmacies, Ulla Popken, an American foods shop, MySpace friends, a bookseller and an automated email with my own text from the online group I'm moderator of, lol. I wonder if my dentist back home realized to stop sending cards after I moved. I just find that funny, since they'e all so impersonal.

Do you remember when we were kids and you could be on a birthday list with Baskin Robbins? A few days before your birthday you'd get a postcard from them and you could redeem it for one of those clown face upsidedown ice cream cones. That rocked. (Cute, they still do it.)

Now, in Germany you'd probably end up buying everyone else in the store an ice cream cone. You see, in Germany, if it's your birthday, YOU bring the cake. YOU supply the booze. YOU buy dinner. I haven't worked here in an office or anything, but I understand that you'd better comply with this or your coworkers won't look too kindly on the lack of cake. How screwed up is that? I guess the thing to do is make something that scares Germans, like maybe Rice Krispie squares or something peanut butter and chocolate.

As for me, I won't be having cake. There comes a point in your life where you seriously just can't have your cake AND eat it, too.

So, haha, Germany! No cake for you!!

P.S. Since when does everyone make such a big deal about Jennifer Aniston's birthday? Oh, I guess it's 'cause she turns the big 4-0. February 11th is also the day for Leslie Nielson (of course I'm sure, and don't call me Shirley!), Sheryl Crow, Brandy, Burt Reynolds, Kelly Rowland (original member of Destiny's Child) some younger folks I've never heard of (which I guess proves I really am getting old) and others like Thomas Edison and Eva Gabor.

Now, Sarah Palin's birth certificate also says today, but I can't accept that. No one who sucks that much is allowed to share MY birthday. It's obviously a mistake. Somewhere between the 11th and 12th there must be a tiny one-minute-long day called "Suck". That's yours, Sarah.