Welcome to May the 4th. I love this day, for two reasons actually. One as, hello! It’s funny and I like it. I’m a Star Wars child. Grew up with Laya and Luke. Had the records and the books. My sister loved Yoda and had a ton of things with him. He kinda creeped me out, but hey, when you share a room with your sibling, you don’t get much say (The purple! My God, all the purple! To this day, I am not a fan of purple). Moving on. So, enjoy the 4th, just for the fun of it.
Tomorrow is Cinco De Mayo. Why is this day awesome. Because!!!!! It’s a feast day of Mexican goodness AND it’s also my birthday. I get a festival on my birthday to celebrate my greatness. Okay, so maybe not, but I can pretend. I’m an author after all. I have a great imagination.
What am I doing for my grand event? Nothing. It’s not that I am not thrilled to have lived through another year (it was questionable a time or two). I am not a big birthday person. I try really hard to remember other people’s big day, I miss more than I remember, but again, I’m not big on birthdays. Well, unless you are my Husband or my children and grandchildren, then I can’t forget you, as that’s just wrong, but the rest of my friends and family, if I remember to say anything about your special day, be grateful, as 90% I don’t. Therefore, it’s seems a bit hypocritical to be all fanatical about my special day of birth, when I can’t remember anyone else’s.
I wanted to post a baby photo of myself just for kicks, but apparently I don’t have one. Sad. I will give another hunt through later today if I can to post on my actual birthday, but as of now, I got nothing. I’d post one of me now, but I am not a photogenic person. Sorry about your luck.
May the 4th be with you and have a wonderful week.