I had a birthday recently. I just wanted to forget about it, but nobody would let me. Bummer.

My mom had already given me some birthday money, and she sent me a card, but every year she has to call and sing “Happy Birthday” to me. I was expecting that. Hubby and Pumpkin wished me a happy one, and Pumpkin gave me one of her necklaces. That was sweet and all.

My brother and sister also called to remind me how old I am. I’m now 30 for those of you who are keeping score, and I am keenly aware of it without being reminded. But they just had to rub it in. Oh well. No matter how old I get, they will both always be older than me.

Hubby didn’t get me anything, at my insistence, because we are still pretty low on cash. But he says he’s going to get me something when we get the money. I could care less. I’m not worried about getting gifts. But just for laughs, I think I might show him some Raymond Weil watches and tell him I would love to have one. And then I could listen to him tell me to dream on.