Happy birthday to me!
This is the email I received this morning from an old friend:
Please click on the link below and enter your birthday into my calendar.
It’s quick, easy, and you’ll be helping me out.
After this a link was given. Now we do not meet that frequently and it has become a problem to remember the relationship. This was my reply:
I celebrate my birthday at least 370 days in a year, which means sometime celebration is twice a day. You can congratulate me whenever you like.
Being alive is a celebration at all the times.Why bother about a date? To restrict it to one day is not proper. Do we actually celebrate it every day?