The Happy Day is almost here!

Hard to believe that my birthday is on Thursday. I don't think I want to reveal how old I am; Let's just say that "I'm as old as me nose and a little bit older than me teeth." Birthdays seem to have less meaning than they did before. I never really have a party (I haven't had a formal birthday party since I turned eleven), but it would be nice if someone special remembered me. HE made the comment that he was just going to go golfing on my birthday! I can only hope to God that he was joking. I mean a customer where I work that I'm friends with remembered and wished me happy birthday earlier so he wouldn't forget. That was very nice of him. I sort of planned to spend my birthday at the fairgrounds again, but I wouldn't mind if HE actually decided to take me somewhere nice for dinner. It's not like I'm looking for a proposal or something (I'm not, that can come in due time), but a little bit of a romantic evening would be nice. Sometimes I worry that he doesn't have a romantic bone in his body. I think mine is located in the same place as my funny bone. For those of you who do not get the joke: There is no Funny Bone! I mean: I am allergic to most flowers, I hardly ever wear jewelry, I laugh at movies like the notebook, and I hate sappy, wishy washy, air-headed females that wait for a prince to sweep them off their dainty size three feet. Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty were never my heroes. I preferred girls that kicked butt. At any rate, he could at least try and maybe convert me a little. Anyway, Happy Birthday to me and don't forget to send me a gift!