Happy Birthday to Me


Happy birthday to me. You’d think that someone would remember besides my mother who sent me a check. Happy birthday to me. I’ll buy myself a gift and take the day off work. No one will mind. They don’t even know it’s my birthday.

“I won’t be at work Monday. I’m taking the day off.”

“Happy birthday, and have a nice day.” So, they DID know.

Not even a card? Oh, well, that’s why I’m taking off, remember? I’ll gift myself. I need new glasses, and I can spend my mother’s check for something special that I really want. Happy birthday to me.

Why won’t the stupid car start? How can I go shopping? And after I took the day off work too! It probably needs a new battery. Happy birthday to the car. I’ll leave it at the dealership and drive my daughter’s car. She didn’t remember either.

So, I buy some glasses that cost twice as much as I’d hoped. Happy birthday to the eye clinic. I’m going shopping anyway. It’s my birthday, remember? I’ll buy some summer things, maybe an outfit? Happy birthday to me. My mother’s check doesn’t quite cover it, so I pay for the rest myself. Happy birthday to the department store.

“The car needs a battery,” says the voice on the cell phone. “Oh, great!” Did you note the sarcasm in my voice? Why did I mention a battery to them? No discounts from the car dealership, birthday or not. Not exactly what I had in mind for a birthday gift. Happy birthday to the car repair shop.

No one remembers. Oh, well. But back at work the next day, there’s a card on my chair. Happy birthday! One person remembered. Happy birthday to me, and from now on I’ll know who my friends are… um… is.

I am invited out to dinner the next day. My son remembered! I only found out later that someone reminded him. But I did get a nice dinner out of it, so why am I feeling neglected? I ordered a steak. Happy birthday to me.

And later on, I received a gift card from my honey, who said he remembered, but got mixed up on the day. And cards from my daughter and grandson who also got mixed up on the day, and a lemon pie with a candle because: “We didn’t think you liked cake.” I don’t like lemon pie either, but that’s beside the point.

It’s the thought that counts, of course. And I did get a nice gift card for my favorite department store. Obviously, I’m ungrateful. Happy birthday to me. Now I can go shopping… again. Happy birthday to me.

I got an e-card from my cosmetic sales lady and 15% off the next purchase, which should bring her some business. Happy birthday to Mary Kay. I also got a card from my chiropractor. That figures, the older the better for business. Happy birthday to the doc.

No flowers, fireworks, or parties. So what. I have a birthday every year, and what does one more matter, really? Other people are busy and have other things to do. Everyone has a birthday and they can’t even remember their own. Who wants to be reminded that we are all getting older anyhow?

All told, I racked up pretty good. And the important people did remember, sort of, only two days late. So, happy birthday to me.


About Sheila Moss

My stories are about daily life and the funny things that happen to all of us. My columns have been published in numerous newspapers, magazines, anthologies, and websites.
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3 Responses to Happy Birthday to Me

  1. I can’t believe your mother still sends you a check. Woo hoo! Happy birthday!

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  2. George says:

    Happy Birthday, Sheila….hope you get everything you wanted..:)

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  3. energywriter says:

    Your birthday sounds a lot like mine. This year I turned the tables and threw myself a party. Except for all the house cleaning and cooking, I had a great time and felt appreciated too.

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