KATIE: Ever have one of those "Worst Birthdays EVER"??? You know, when the only card you get is from the VET???
Did you know that yesterday was my birthday?
I didn't either.
Neither did Gloman.
Neither did the mailman.
Neither did the man in brown shorts.
It's bad enough that I thought my birthday was in September. Adding insult to injury, I learned that I was not turning 8 years-old, like Glogirly's apparently poor math skills calculated. I turned NINE. NINE!!!
How could this happen?
Glogirly's got some flimsy excuse about how she never knew my REAL birthday until a few months ago when we all had a pet psychic reading and the psychic needed everyone's birthday for some astrology thing. I TOLD you this was flimsy. So she goes into her files, pulls out my adoption papers and for the FIRST TIME, discovers my real birthday.
Oh, and did I mention she's got it written on a post-it note stuck to HER COMPUTER! Yeah, it's been there ever since the psychic reading. Too bad the psychic can't help her find her missing BRAIN CELLS.
So the way I see it, I've got NINE years worth of presents coming.
WAFFLES: Did someone say presents???