There’s only one thing I don’t tell social networks electronically and that’s my real birth day. Why? Not sure. I figure if something is going to leak into the wrong hands, maybe my birth date will be the one thing that fouls up someone trying to pretend they’re me. (I know the truth, but this is my little thing).
So, for everyone being lovely and wishing me a happy birthday, I will accept and say thank you, and that your wishes mean a great deal to me. Truly. I *love* my birthday irrationally and with the exuberance of a 9 year old.
But it’s a week from today, so wish it to me twice, or just let Facebook and Plaxo tell you the first. It means the same to me that you thought of me. : )



