A few years ago a few of my closest friends were out to dinner and we had a vote and decided to change Ellen's birthday. You see Jamie's birthday is 2/16, and mine is 3/17, Ellen just came eight days early. (If you know Ellen you know she has pretty much done that her whole life, potty trained by 17 months, graduated from college 2 years early, and so on.) So we decided if Ellen was a real friend she would have been born on 4/18 to keep the neat number thing going. "All in favor say, aye!" and so it was--Ellen's new birthday at least for our purposes was 4/18. If the presidents can do it, why can't Ellen? Trust me she will thank us when she turns 40 and gets those extra 8 days!
Here's to you Ells!
1 comment:
Thanks, Melissa. I do enjoy being treated like a president.
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