As if a cheapo sundae wasn't enough for me to feel like I was getting the shaft, I only just today realized what will happen on Sunday. The day of my birth, that glorious time when all should be sunshine and roses and all the earth should rejoice.
What is going to happen, Gina, you might well ask?
Well, I am going to lose a freaking hour of sleep, that's what.
Tell me again why my birthday shouldn't make me crabby?
Well, at least Hubba-hubba is going to take Mr. P to a birthday party for a girl in his class that day.
Because if I had to spend my birthday in a room full of screaming kids, I would know for sure that Somebody Up There was not happy with me.