Saturday, June 26th is my Birthday. I will be 37 years old!
No woo hoo.
You see, I do not look forward to the days surrounding my birthday at all, but not for the reasons you might think.
My mom is the one who coined it. After yet another horrible week, a few years back, she told me that I must have some sort of “Birthday Curse.”
Bad things happen on or around my Birthday.
- Gas leak
- Appliances break
- Both cars in the shop
- Damaging Storms / Tornados… yes… plural
And these are just the recent ones. I think I have blocked out the Birthdays before age 20.
The year I turned 21, my dad got diverticulitis and on my Birthday I called him at 1 AM in the hospital to ask him if the whiskey had gone bad. Mom was sure I shouldn’t have a whiskey sour because the whiskey was in the cupboard for a whole year.
By the way, I knew dad would be awake until 2 AM, so I wasn’t being selfish by calling. That is just how he rolls.
The year I turned 22 my grandpa was in the hospital. And year 23. And year 24. Got to love taking your Birthday off to play golf, only to wind up in the ER for 3 years straight.
The year I turned 25 I just wanted to drink a Leinie Red. That is all. I had been working all day and sat on the sofa with my mom when a storm hit at night.
Now when I say “Hit,” I mean a LIMB from our Cottonwood tree went through the garage roof.
I was sitting next to the wall of that roof.
I never got that beer.
The next few years weren’t much better…
My 30th rocked, however, I think it may have been because I kept saying I was 30, 6 months prior to the big day.
The list goes on and on, but I think you get the point.
So maybe you just want to stay away from me this week. Just sayin’.
Although we are having a pool party on Saturday and YOU ALL ARE INVITED! Just bring an appetizer to share.
My address is…
Well dontcha know the dishwasher just started spewing water!
Maybe it is best if you stay home.
And be careful.