If you forgot my birthday, don’t worry. I have Italian Alzheimer’s.
I forget everything except the grudges.
|Birthday morning – my hair dryer caught on fire and I had to throw it out on the front porch.|
|Birthday week s’mores.|
|Birthday cake and lies. Good ol’ 39.|
All of this was to be finished with a birthday fever – which hasn’t left.
I realized there was no birthday beer cow. I’m going to have to fix that – NEXT year.