Today is my Half Birthday. Yes, I am thirtysomething and I still celebrate my half birthday! So, what?! It all started many years ago on June 10, when I was very, very young, too young to really remember. My mother did something that really upset me. The only way she could cheer me up was to declare it was my half birthday. She probably made me a cake or bought some ice cream or something else rather easy to appease a young child. But wouldn’t you know it, I never, ever forgot it! (parents let this be a warning, children are like elephants!) And I’ve celebrated it ever since. I don’t really do gifts or cake or a party. But it’s nice to know that I’m still living and breathing after another 6 months. And I think we should celebrate everyone’s half birthdays; life is hard, we all deserve a pat on the back a couple times a year!
Now, where’s my cake?!