Today’s my 34th birthday.
I was raised on horror films, so every year on my birthday I think about this one from 1981. And yes, I was watching horror films even in 1981. You do the math.
This is the original theatrical trailer for Happy Birthday to Me. It’s not gory or anything, but you still might not want to watch it with the kids in the room. (I didn’t watch it with my kids in the room, for the record. And they don’t watch horror films at all.) (And you’re not missing much if you don’t watch it, so don’t feel compelled to just because I put it in this post.)
In reality, my birthday will involve a trip to the Dickens Christmas Festival with the kids, a trip to my daughter’s flute lesson, some time to myself while I leave my hungry and likely un-napped children with our sweet babysitter, dinner at Omar’s Rawtopia, and a GF vegan cake from Cakewalk Baking Company.
But first I need to take out the trash.
Happy Birthday to Me, indeed.
Oh, and the other thing that runs through my mind at birthday time:
Thanks, Mom and Dad!