I am a mediocre friend at best
I told myself this was the year I was going to be up on my game. I wasn’t using Outlook as my calendar anymore, where I had the wrong date loaded in as a reminder and so comically wished her a ‘happy birthday’ one day late for, like, four consecutive years. Of course, I haven’t consistently been using a new calendar app since then, so I told myself I’d just remember.
“This year,” I said. “This is the year that I’m totally on time.” After all, we’ve known each other for such a ridiculous length of time that you’d think a simple thing like a midsummer’s birthday would be something I couldn’t get wrong. Consistently.
Then I had a real ass-kicker of the last half of this week at work, so much so that I don’t think I’ve turned my computer on since Wednesday, other than to burn some DVDs. I woke up around 6:30 this morning, having collapsed into a restless sleep around 8 o’clock last night, and said to myself, “Made it! Made it through the week. Saturday. No work today! Sweet. Now, what do I have to do today?” I summoned a mental list of the things I wanted to accomplish today, July 28th, and…
“Oh…crap. I did it again.”
All that being said by way of excuse, here I go, late again: Happy Birthday, Anna. Hope you have fun on your annual solo road trip. And if you want to drive all the way up here to Portland, I sure won’t complain.
(Everyone else: stay tuned. Blog posts coming soon.)
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