Every year I make a New Year's resolution to be better at remembering people's birthdays. Every year I fail miserably.
Last Sunday was my sister's birthday and I failed to find the time to call and wish her well. Of course, I thought about it first thing in the morning and again at about 9:00pm (that would be midnight in North Carolina, which I figured was too late).
I'm guessing my family has me figured out by now. And I'm not the only one in my family who's guilty of being notoriously bad at this.
In any event, Happy Belated Birthday, Sherry! I hope it was a good one.
I hate birthdays. I could care less about mine.
If I got paid for a three day weekend, then I'd care.