12:04 p.m. - 2006-04-18
Well, That Explains It
As though a cartoon lightbulb went on over my head, I realized why I was having a shitty day yesterday: it's my birthday week!
My 32nd birthday is tomorrow - April 19 - and though the past few years have been fine, the day has not been without its share of crises, both personal and national. Just a sampling:
15th bday: I get some evil contraption installed over my braces by my orthodontist - not visible to the public, but making me so utterly miserable that I cry for days and threaten to rip out my braces myself with pliers. (Good thing my dad's not the handy sort, and we didn't actually have pliers around.)
19th bday: Crazy David Koresh fire in Waco
20th bday: I go for a CAT scan because my doctor thinks I have a brain tumor (I don't, but the story is dramatic enough as is). I also get an expensive parking ticket on campus.
21st bday: Oklahoma City bombing
24th bday: Columbine shootings (ok, day after my bday, but still...)
30th bday: A client's elderly cat runs away from home, comes back, and then dies in my care. Not my fault, but one of the most heart-wrenching and miserable experiences of my life. (Note to any clients who may be reading this: not to worry!!)
And so on. Let's not forget that the Titanic went down right around here, and that Hitler's birthday is somewhere near mine (yes, both way before I was born, but not adding to the karma in any way).
So, though I'm normally in high spirits, the Birthday Gods have not always been happy right around now. I've come to accept it, and expect that things might happen, but I guess I had forgotten about it this year.
Anyway, now that this year's birthday crisis has passed, I can relax and get back to enjoying the fun aspects of pregnancy: blowing my bloody nose, peeing four times an hour, and finding pants that fit my enormous belly and gigantic ass. Shoud you find yourself with a bottle of something alcoholic in the next day or two, please take a swig for me.
