Lazy Hazy

 I was talking to someone about our summer birthdays; hers is in mid-July and mine is at the end of June. You know what we were both still sore about?

Classroom birthday parties in elementary school! We didn't have them, since school was over for the year by the time our calendars flipped.

I understand things are much different now. We didn't have peanut allergies then, fortunately. I know that is a serious thing, and allergies have to be taken into consideration in all places at all times.

Back in the golden days of school days, your mother would send in enough cupcakes on your birthday for the entire class and the teacher and the custodian and the PE teacher. Birthday boy or girl would get serenaded after lunch, everyone shoved a cupcake down their neck, and then it was back to reading about "The Golden Hind" (snicker) or solving a stacked-up addition problem. Not a huge big deal, but at least no one was saying "Billy doesn't like chocolate icing" or "My mother said I'm not supposed to have between-meal treats." If they had, the answer would have been, "Give it to Eddie; he'll eat anything."

The Golden Hind was Sir Francis Drake's ship, on which he not only circumnavigated the world, but also sailed completely around it!

I wonder how Eddie is doing these days.

Things get complicated because we allow them to.  A few years ago, someone came up with the idea of having "half birthdays," so your February 15th birthday would be accompanied by more ballyhoo on August 15, some six months later. Why make little Ernest feel special just ONE day a year, when we can give him TWO birthdays? I'm not hearing so much about half birthdays anymore anyway, and that's ok. One should be enough. If you've had as many of them as I have, you know what I mean!