An unexpected cold front causes the pipes from the sprinkler system to explode, and I must stand in a spurt of freezing water to turn the system off--"This is the worst birthday ever."
The RamSkellar takes 45 minutes just to make my fish and chips.--"This is the worst birthday ever."
I develop an allergy to birthday cake of all varieties.--"This is the worst birthday ever."
I find that it is best to claim that I'm having "the worst birthday ever" with a slightly whiny voice, as if I've just been punched in the face. Often it can be very effective to use this phrase around people who do not actually know when my birthday is. Strangers help me with things because they want me to have a good birthday, or even a mediocre birthday--but certainly not "the worst birthday ever."
However, Monday was my actual birthday, and I made the mistake of saying, "this is the worst birthday ever." It seems to have a much different meaning when it's actually my birthday.
Sorry about that. Just to clarify--Monday was not the worst birthday ever, I was just upset that I stubbed my toe.
love always,
-jim.
P.S. I've noticed that for every blog in which I mention the GRE, I get a comment from a guy named "pro," saying that he "likes my writing way" and suggesting that I go to a GRE prep website. I am fairly certain that he is a robot, but I wanted to test. So I will close the blog by saying this: GRE GRE GRE GRE!
3 comments:
You can be very certain that I am not a robot. I am Molly Falke. And I miss hearing you say that "this is the worst birthday ever" on days that aren't your birthday and getting to read your stories instead of working and all sorts of -onomics' with you at the good ole ibox. Peace and love. Freakonomics.
jim. can you please tell me two things...
1) how do you get the cool facebook and rss button on your site?
2) how do you sync your facebook with your blogger, for instance so when you post it posts to the facebook news feed?
thanks.
jay.
I certainly had the worst your birthday ever.
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