Today I got an email from my grandfather telling me in a very nice way that I forgot his 79th birthday!! Doh! I am terrible. Grandpa, all I can say is don’t take it personally, it isn’t that I don’t love you and I will make sure 80 makes up for it. I forget everyone’s birthday. For years I have mixed up the dates of both my mother’s and my stepmother’s birthdays (not with each other, apparently I can’t get 8s and 9s straight in my head) and I have talked to my mother not once but at least twice on her actual birthday and did not say happy birthday. Somehow she still loves me. I am not a card person so I never get cards in the mail. If I do remember, I sing, I am not sure if that makes it better or worse. To be fair, I am not the type of person that will hold a grudge if you forget my birthday. As I get older and older (and older) I don’t tend to make a big deal. I hope that all of you that I have slighted can find it in your heart to forgive me and if not, then feel free to forget my birthday this year.