I’ve never celebrated my birthday. Probably because the first one, May 9th, my birth family was trying to kill me and the second one… no one cared about it. Least of all me.
But Sota is adamant that I have one every year. I’m slowly learning not to cringe and I have to admit that this year was really fun. Except for the fact that it hit on Mother’s Day which always makes it bittersweet. How ironic that my real birthday would one day come to fall every few years on Mother’s Day. Cruel if you ask me, but at least Simi and Sota went and spent some of it with my mother. I was there in spirit. I just wish I could go in body.
Once they were back home, Simi had her own cake even though she was born in the summer. 6 towers of it and she was buzzed from a sugar high all night. There were no carbonated beverages LOL. Sota has to keep me on the straight and narrow. Not that I mind.
We went to see Iron Man 2 afterward which was a great movie. Tory has a penchant for watching girl movies and she, along with Pam and Kim, has really corrupted Simi with them. As long as they don’t make me go, I can live with it.
Tabby is already set to go see the new Nightmare on Elm St. with me. That’s her birthday present to me. It’s too gory for Sota.
But I have to say that this year I got what had to be the best present of all time. One that scares the crap out of me so much that I don’t dare mention it even here, especially given what’s coming. What I see so clearly and am trying to hard to prevent.
C’mon, Nick. I know you were created for evil, but don’t let us down, kid. Your mother taught you better. I just hope her lessons stay with you and override your DNA. They have to. Otherwise I’m going to have to kill us both.