The merry month of March. which is coming in like a lion for sure here in the south, is full of birthdays in my world. My son’s best friend’s birthday is the 5th; his other best friend from back in high school has a March 6th birthday which is also the 100th birthday of the Oreo cookie (what an awesome thing, right?). My older son’s birthday is the 12th- he will be *gasp* 25. Soon, he will be older than me.
March 7th is my former law partner’s birthday and even though we are no longer affiliated, I still think of him on that day. Of course, St. Patrick’s birthday is really not March 17, but that’s a fun celebration here (green beer, anyone?).
Then we gallop on toward the end of the month to find the 27th for one great-nephew, the 28th for another great nephew and the marvelous 29th is my younger son’s birthday. I’ve been teasing him that this one is the “kick to the curb” one. If he acts up, I can boot his merry rear-end out since he will be the big 18- officially an adult. (Of course, I’d never do that and he knows it, so it’s an empty threat).
Happy March! I’ll be the one in the corner who overdosed on birthday cake. Sugar coma and all that jazz.