I hate to complain about anything on this most sacred day in the Zielske household.
(Why is March 7 a sacred day around these parts?)
Well it's the Tween Day, you see. The day between Dan's birthday (March 6) and my birthday (March 8).
But before we were Mr. and Mrs. Z., my parents used to send me a card each year after I moved out and carefully tucked into that card was a crisp $100 check.
Yes, I know. Very generous and believe me, I was always appreciative of the gift.
But then something funny happened to my birthday card following October 19, 1991, the day I married the fine young man you see in the photo above.
My check amount was instantly and permanently cut in half.
I still remember my surprise when Dan opened his birthday card and shouted out, "HEY! Your parents gave me a check for $50. What'd you get?"
Sigh. The same thing.
Yeah, yeah… I know. What's his is mine and what's mine is his and blah, blah, blah.
But it still makes me kind of laugh all these years later when Dan opens his card and rubs it in.
Happy Tween Day, indeed.
And no worries, I'll be posting on my birthday. You know me. I could never throw away a golden opportunity to garner well wishes like that.
Because we all know the First Rule of Adult Era Birthdays: Tell everyone you know.
p.s. Thanks Mom and Dad. You know I still appreciate it.