It’s a day late, because, well, I recently decided that posting only on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays was a really good idea, but unfortunately for me not everyone’s birthdays fall within those confines.
So sometimes things are just going to be belated.
Like this birthday wish to Sister #1.
Happy birthday to you!
I can’t believe you’re 80!
(She’s not 80.)
(When my grandma turned 80 years and years ago, my mom and her brothers threw Grandma a surprise party. One of my mom’s cousins—one we’d never met before, and one that my mom hadn’t seen in years—went up to the podium to give a toast, and tearily choked out, “Florentine, I can’t believe you’re 80!” My sisters and cousins and I looked at each other in bewilderment, and my mom just sort of rolled her eyes and said, “Oh, he’s always been a bit swishy.”)
(So now, of course, my sisters and I like to call each other and yell into the phone, “I can’t believe you’re 80!”)
(As you do.)
(What? Is this going to be a whole post in parentheses?)
Happy birthday, Sister #1. If you were here, I’d give you pumpkin baked goods and some Jameson and say, “Happy Birthday, I love you very much. I can’t believe you’re 80!”
(Which, actually, I did yesterday, on your actual birthday.)
(The yelling “I can’t believe you’re 80!” part. Not the baked goods or Jameson. Those don’t translate well through the phone.)