It is the one day a year when the title of this blog is true! I was going to change it in some deeply witty and ironic way but fuck it, it's my birthday, I have better things to do (eat.)
I don't know if you're familiar with Hippo Birdy - featured in many a childhood birthday card - but here it is.
I am wearing my Disney dress and refusing to do anything unpleasant because it is MY BIRTHDAY!!! Kate and I are going out for lunch, then later on we're all going out for dinner, then WHO KNOWS? The Birthday stretches ahead of me, pulsating with potential, like an enormous pimple of providence.
Mum came into my room this morning and said, "I think this is going to be a great year for you." (What am I, a wine?) "I just have a feeling," she continued. "In your waters?" I asked hopefully. "In my bones." Look of faint disgust. Obviously I have not matured much this year, but let's hope she's right. I also think it will be a Great Year for Me, but then I consider every year to be one of those so I'm not really as objective as I could be. (Neither is my mother, but never mind about that.) Ally Has a Great Year, the papers will say. (And by 'the papers' I mean 'the blogs' or, more specifically, 'my blog.')
Incidentally, if you're sick of hearing about My You-Know-What, you're not alone: a friend wished me happy birthday this morning, and I said, "Oh, you remembered!" She gave me a sort of longsuffering look and said, "I don't think anyone in a five-mile radius is going to forget." She's just jealous that it's not her birthday. Unlike me. Because it is my birthday.
Anyway I'm going to go and do birthday stuff now!
BECAUSE TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!