Wow! Look at my hair!
Perhaps I am being childish, but I really want a birthday party this year—with a cake and ice cream and candles and presents to open and real human beings around me. I can’t remember when I had my last party. I do remember the parties of my childhood: I sometimes had more than one each year. There was a party at my Uncle Frankie Joe and Aunt Abba’s house and another at my Uncle Otto and Aunt Lill’s house and sometimes a party at my own home. Could it be that I used up all of my birthday parties back when I had multiple parties each year and now have none left?