dog years: happybirthdaybot@happyrobot.net I don't remember any of my birthdays. Which is to say, none of my birthdays were remarkable in any way. I've never had a surprise party. Wait, I think my mom may have thrown me one in high school. I hope not.
This isn't going where I planned.
I'm not doing all that well today. This isn't a notice for a group hug. People have bad days. Sometimes the next day is better, sometimes it's worse. That's life. Which is what we celebrate on our birthdays. We celebrate the amazing fact that something hasn't killed us. A car didn't shoot through an intersection and pin us against a wall. We avoided being hacked to death by a Hutu.
You know, we are alive. That's worth celebrating.
This really isn't the direction I wanted to go.
I like pineapple upside down cake for my birthday cake. No candles, just pineapple slices with halved cherries in their center. My grandmother usually makes it for me.
So, eat a slice of pineapple upside down cake to celebrate that Happyrobot is not dead.
