Merry Unbirthday

My birthday was last week. If not for facebook, I don't know how many people would know that. For some reason, call me a grinch, but I hate it when people wish me happy birthday on facebook--I just feel like they're doing it because the FB robot told them to and it doesn't mean anything to me. As it happens, for the past 2 years I tried to organize an event for my birthday by using FB and guess how many people came . . . Excluding family, zero. I had fun at both my swimming parties and I love my family but I got all excited and then no one came. So this year I decided not to do anything for my birthday and guess what? It was still awful. Here's the thing: Growing up, I share a bday with a cousin and we nearly always were on a camping trip with all of the Gatrells at the time b/c of Pioneer day, so it was always a blast. BUT I was riding on the fun of other events, not my birthday. Anyway, I tried not to celebrate it this year but I did dress up a little and that small act had a big bad impact on my day. My skirt didn't have a pocket, so I couldn't use my phone all day, and that was the day I really needed to have had my phone with me. The day ended a wreck. I hereby take back all my past three birthdays, and heaven help me if I ever "have" another one. I will be striking it from the record of FB. May I be 23 from this day forth and forever, and if anyone actually wishes me a happy birthday on July 23 in the future, that is fine but I won't be doing anything about it for myself. No parties, no dressing up, nothing special about the day.