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Originally Posted by joelsgirl
I think once you turn 40, it all kind of blurs together.
My son, Max, was born on September 9, 2007, so his birthday is 09/08/07. But when we lived in Malaysia, where he was born, we wrote it 08/09/07, so I always think his birthday is September 9th. He gets so mad at me, lol.
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That is funny in an bad way. I get Max because my sister, mother and brother have their birthdays just a few weeks apart at the start of the year and I am alone towards the end. My Dad was mid year, but did not want any fuss for his birthday, so we didn't do anything. By the time my birthday came around, my parents usually forgot all about it and I wasn't one to remind them. I had one aunt who always remembered it, a month late. LOL As a result, I am not big on birthdays at all, it has always been just another day for me.