I suppose this is what I get for moving around a lot, the people that might have known it's my 50th aren't anywhere near here - and none of them bothered do something long distance. I've plotted and scheemed for various people's special days - baby showers, birthdays, etc. But my 50th birthday came and went with not one black balloon. My pen-friend in Paris was sending me the timely Garfield comics - about getting older. And I went to see my sister in North Carolina where they did a bit - nothing quite like an off-key chorus of "happy birthday". But secretly in my heart, I was hoping to come pack to find my office cube decorated. Nope, just the way I left it. I'm bummed.
Thank you for letting me sulk.
I didn't grow up getting parties, and I thought maybe this time. I've been here 6 years, helped throw other people's. Nope, nothing, nada, rien. It's hard to explain how I feel. Sigh.





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