Don't call me pumpkin

Having a birthday four days before Halloween has been awesome at times, but for the most part it sucks. 1. I always ALWAYS had a pumpkin shaped cake. Always. Forever. Except twice. Once I cried and I got VonMom to make me a pink boombox cake, and it was awesome. With gum drop buttons and a pink handle and it was awesome. The second time was my 30th when VonMom made a cake with a Barbie sticking out. Like the cake was her dress. I think you all know what I'm talking about. Anyway, it was the cake I always should have had, but didn't. It was a make up cake, about 20 years behind. 2. Halloween itself is the birthday of two people I cannot stand who happen to be married to each other (aw how cute. Not. They suck.) and I have one friend who ALWAYS calls me to say Happy Birthday on Halloween - it never gets old for him to then say "Oh, that's H and G's birthday! My bad!" Ha ha. So not funny. 3. In recent years the stupid holiday has put a huge damper on my bday fun. SO THis year? Birthday Brunch on Sunday, Oct 25th at a fantastically awesome Irish Pub. Who's in? Anyone want to drive in/up/down/over? Special goody bags for blogger friends who make the trip. Drop a comment if interested, and I'll send you the details. Why am I writing this so early? Because of Halloween, and people making all of their pumpkin patch/apple bobbing/costume partying OTHER plans.... See what I mean?