MILLEDGEVILLE — Well, it happened again. I didn’t mean for it to. It just did. In fact, I tried to put it out of my mind several times, but nothing helped.
Of course it will happen again. Not much I can do about it, but I guess it beats the alternative.
Yep. I had another birthday earlier this week. That makes 54 to be exact. Oh, I know you are thinking from the mug shot that accompanies this column that there is no way. After all, I don’t look a day over … well, uh … 50.
My friends know that my birthday is April 1. That’s right. April Fools’ Day. Quit laughing! It ain’t funny.
Just so you know, I had to Google April Fool’s to find out if the apostrophe goes before or after the s or if an apostrophe is even required, for that matter. Although I cannot exactly remember the grammatical rule that dictates such, my instincts were correct. After the s.
I just hate grammar.
So, for as long as I can remember, when people find out my birthdate is the first of April they just shake their head as if it makes perfect sense … you know … as if it explains a lot.
I do not find that particularly funny, either.
I have, however, been a pretty good sport, I think, over the years about my unique birthday. This particular year was complicated so Mama took me to Downtown Atlanta for a nice meal and then a couple of glasses of wine atop the Sundial Lounge at the Westin. In case you didn’t know, that is the bar that rotates around Atlanta once every 40 minutes.
I posted on Facebook about our wine sipping adventure, and a buddy of mine commented that I was spinning around Atlanta. I didn’t get it a first, but about halfway through the second glass of wine it hit me.