Yes, yesterday was my birthday. I am now 28, which is almost 30, which is almost dead. No no – don’t wrote me about how old you are and how I’m being an ass. I know I am being an ass. But I also know that I AM ALMOST THIRTY. GOD DAMMIT.

Also, my blog turned three a few days ago! July is a big day for births. Most of my family members’ birthdays occur in July.

So, my dad forgot my birthday. I mean, he told me a week ago that he’d be travelling yesterday and today, driving with my stepmom to visit my stepsister in Texas. When he said they’d be leaving Friday, I didn’t say anything like, “Oh, on my birthday,” and he didn’t mention it either, but I assumed that he knew, and that he’d call! I mean, geez. One year my mom forgot until the evening and then called around dinnertime, which I thought was bad, but now it’s, like, a day AFTER my birthday and he has not called.

I seriously have birthday shame/anger dating back as long as I can remember. Having my birthday on July 6 meant that, as a kid, most of the people I’d invite to my parties would be out of town for a long weekend holiday. Or they’d just forget in all the shuffle of camping and fishing and eating apple pie and whatever else we USA-ians are supposed to do throughout July. So I would always have crappy tiny parties filled out with backup friends. Also when your birthday falls outside of the school year, you don’t get any recognition by your teacher. No day to bring in your mom’s cookies or cupcakes and have everybody talk about you for a day. Obviously having a July birthday is nowhere near as sad as having one right around Christmas, but it is still sort of crappy.

In addition, I tend to get bent out of shape in that I make a really big effort to write down all my friends’ birthdays on my little day calendar and contact them accordingly, and I feel like even my oldest, YEARS-LONG friends do not contact me unless I point out to them ahead of time that mine is coming up. It just makes me sad, like I care about other people more then they care about me, and they I get all depression-spiral about it. Which is lame. Why should I be so considerate to people, year in and year out?

(Also I might have answered my own question, because nobody wants to hang out with a Debbie Downer. Perhaps this is why nobody calls.)

On an up note, the moving-in is still coming along. Here are a couple of photos!

Here is the view when you get to the top of the stairs – it is the living room with bay windows, looking out onto the balcony.

And here is the first bedroom, which is just off the living room. Note non-functional fireplaces in both rooms! I do not know why houses in south Georgia would need fireplaces in the first place, but by god, we’ve got three of them!

E was very good to me on my birthday. We went to Target and bought lots of crap with my new gift cards, and in the evening we hosted some friends over for the first time. We used our new Target stemless wine glasses and it was very chic. I expect a write-up will appear in the New York Times Style section. Also we went downtown to the new dessert/martini bar and had chocolate fondue for two. He knows me well!

Have a great Sunday, y’all.