Today does not exist.
Grandpa and various other family members got me 18 long-stemmed red roses today. They said it was for my birthday, but since I came down the stairs as they were coming in, they just gave them to me right there. I stuck them in a jar quickly and left the kitchen area because there were too many people in there and there was too much talk about how I have to surrender my nice quiet weekend away from home over to serious mental torture. After people in the kitchen disappeared, I went back down and cut all the long stems to make a little rounded red ball over the top of a plain glass vase. I liked my end result very much. I could imagine people asking me, “Those were long-stemmed roses!!” And me saying, “So? The stems aren’t the pretty part.”
I’m stating right now that I’m opposed to all events that will be happening during the day. It’s my birthday, why can’t it pass quietly if I want it to? I sort of feel like an ungrateful wench about it. But, what’s the point of having a big to-do if I’m not going to enjoy it.
But, I know nothing about what I want and the song singing and other ridiculousness will go on.
I’m a whiner. Come Monday, I’ll be fine.