Alas, the calendar doesn't note the birthdays of real people whom I actually know and/or love, ie my mother. Yesterday she sent me an email while on a layover in Montreal and mentioned that her birthday celebrations would commence on an Air Canada jet somewhere over the St Lawrence Seaway.
Being her favourite (and only) daughter I immediately responded with a hearty, "I knew it was your birthday. Yes. I totally knew that. I hadn't forgotten. Not one smidge."
Then I promptly called my father and reminded him of the fact. Forgetting birthdays is a genetic trait that I get from his side of the family (along with inability to remember the lyrics of a song no matter how often I've heard it and a propensity to yell at people out the windows of moving cars.)
I feel it would be remiss if I did not
It looks tasty, doesn't it? And so life-like.
Happy birthday, Mom from me, Mr Wrath, the Wrathlets, the Wunder Dog and Jean-Luc: