Today is my birthday. Everyone forgot except for one person, and a couple of MySpace people.
It's ok though, I haven't really made a big hairy deal about my birthday in years. Probably since I was 16, and that's fine with me. This is also the first birthday since I was 18 that I am single. And that is ok too.
(the more I say it, the more I believe it. Right? Right?)
Anyway, so birthdays sucking aside, I rescued a dog from the middle of a busy road on Sunday. I put up signs and called the numbers on his tags and did all sorts of things, and got nowhere.
I was just getting used to the idea of having a dog for reals, when I got the call from his owner. Who was super worried and very very glad to see Leroy. (the dog)
And instead of a cash reward, has offered me one of leroy's puppies from the next litter he sires.
I don't think I'm going to go there again....the long-time readers will know why, and his name is Goliath. But I will think about it.
So to sum it all up, I hate birthdays (and Christmas) and Valentine's Day, and I do have a heart three sizes too small, and I sometimes do nice things like rescue dogs.
Oh, and this is only the second Valentine's Day since 1999 that I have not had "a valentine", and even MHP is already booked for that.....told me I was too late and he needs to buy chocolates for his girlfriend.
I have apparently missed something......when did 8 year olds start having girlfriends??