DJ is 10
Go say Happy Birthday.

It’s odd, never met him, nor his Mum, but having read about him for the last coupla years it seems right to celebrate a little. Not a lot, it’s not like I think I’m a member of the family or anything, hell I rarely comment over there, but that’s the joy of the inter-web ain’t it. Connections. Virtual. Emotional. Connection.

Now.. where did I leave my cynicism…

bookmark_borderHappy Birthday to me!

As I mentioned on Monday (somewhat obscurely), today is my birthday. I’m not going to say any more on the subject, because it’s my last year as a twenty-something and I certainly can’t waste a second.

And anyway, isn’t it a bit sad to be wishing yourself happy birthday?

bookmark_borderHanging on the Telephone

Somewhat related to Anna’s tales of unwelcome phone calls, I was reminded of a recent phone call my Mother made.

It was Louise’s birthday and we had nipped out for a coffee when my Mum phoned. As we weren’t in, she thought she’d leave a cheery birthday message. My sister joined in too, and a happy, harmonised version of Happy Birthday was left on the answering machine.

Would’ve been much nicer if they had phoned the right number.

I’m waiting for my Mum’s phone bill to come in as I am dying to get the number of the house they phoned and ask them what they thought!