Rainy Days

When Minnesota Spring rolls around it really makes me happy because it means my Birthday is just around the corner :) And while I have countless minutes, thanks to my loving folks and their home video skills, of it being lovely. While I round into the 20's department, it seemed to be a day I less looked forward to, as once used to so fondly with innocence. Last year it was a Birthday card from my mom and dad who told me that inside was $100. With this said Birthday bundle I could go out to eat with the family and accept half at $50, or take the whole thing. So I have this is my mind, and my dad goes into how much I have had to loan from him and how I was unrightfully terminated from my job at Massage Envy as a sales associate, and how perhaps I want to help out around the home the next day to keep busy. Mind you it is the DAY after my Birthday. And even if I did take the WHOPPING HUNDRED they offered me, there was not much I could really do with it. For today people, who apparently don't live on the moon and like to do things and not sit in their houses all day with their cats. Side note: Nothing negative towards cats, or people with cats. I was once one of you and Leo My Lion where ever you are, I will always love you...Another story entirely.
So, even if I did take the hundred and not go out to eat, I have my dad offering a lovely piece of information to me, about how he had to cancel a lake meeting, after finding out I may want my family to be happy for me on my Birthday. So. at this point, the Birthday girl has had quite enough. For this whole charade is being portrayed in front of her boyfriend whom she so should have not thought he was safe to do so. Very awkward none the least and I a, guessing I am not getting punked. My sisters are working or at a friends house and I am, it seems, a hindrance to the day. In the end, I leave tears flowing, hundred dolla bill in hand, boyfriend way ahead of me, and yell "Happy Fucking Birthday To Me". We then drive off and pick up a dub to start rolling some blunts, for a psychiatrist wouldn't be able to handle my dysfunctional family if they tried. Bob Marley gets me through the pain and helps me, from quite honestly, loosing me mind. (and sense of self for that matter) tear...I fear the Birthday upon me...