HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
12:04 p.m.
My father had to stay home to look after the older children, and so didn�t make it to the hospital for several days. My mother thought (I don�t believe it, by the way) that he was somehow angry with her, but his sister told her that when he heard he had a daughter he was just overcome with joy. So I did something right by being female. I felt a little sorry for the doctor, though. She just didn�t make a very good fortune teller.
So far today my mother has telephoned, my brother has called from Israel and played the White Album version of Happy Birthday over the phone, I�ve won two games of literati, had a really nice bubble bath, and I now sit here with those patch things under my eyes and rejuvenating masque on my face so that I won�t look my age. Pretty pathetic, I think. What happened to my great plan to age gracefully? Or is that what I�m doing?
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