Today is my birthday, or so my mother tells me. I don't have reason to not believe her, but I also don't have any actual proof or recollection of the actual event. Don't get me wrong... there's nothing wrong with March 25th. I share something with many of the great people in history including Howard Cosell, Julius Ceaser (the famous cricketer from the 1850s, not the Roman emperor or inventor of the best salad ever), and of course who could forget that Henry II. Ah yes - Henry II, the first king to call himself King of England as opposed to King of the English. Sure he was born in France, but that's a detail which I'm sure any good person who calls themselves British ignores.
There have been calls... well emails... okay okay, a comment in one of my posts below from my sister who apparently can't spell, to write a post for today. I can't be bothered though, as I'm spending today thinking about myself, reflecting on my accomplishments and generally basking in the light of "myselfness" (copyright me, 2010). Oh, and enjoying the Calphalon sauce pan that very same sister sent me as a present.
And I might add that today, in celebration of myself, I decided to reward myself by following my own blog. Grats me!
Today, after all, is the greatest day ever.
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It is, indeed, a great day!
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