Thursday or Friday

I was expected to be a St. Patty's day baby. I'm glad I wasn't. For one, I wouldn't want to share my birthday with a semi-holiday. And, secondly, I don't really like the Irish. All they do is get drunk, red, and annoying, from my experiences with Irish people anyways.

So, as luck may have it, I decided to make my big exit a day late. This means that Friday is my birthday. Awesome, I am just huge on birthdays. They mean so much to me.

If there is anyone out there apt to forget a date, it is my father. It's just who he is. He knows it and has been working on. Hence, the conversation we had on the phone today. He recited his schedule for the remainder of the week for me, specifically noting that tomorrow is March 17th and then Friday is March 18th, which just happens to be my birthday. I guess saying it aloud and repeating makes him remember things better.

Later, I spoke to my mother. She had a lot to say about this and then. She informed me to look for a package that she had sent out on Monday. It should be here tomorrow or Friday. When she went to hang up, she told me to have a great birthday tomorrow and that she would call later in the afternoon. 

Interesting huh? The woman who gave birth to me does not quite remember the day I was born. Yes, she was close, only a day off, but sometimes close doesn't count. I informed that even my father knows my birthday isn't tomorrow. 

Oh well. Does that mean he loves me more? If that's the case, Nick must love me the most. He sent me my birthday gift a week early!