Mine is done. Well, I always buy some lottery tickets for Mom the week before, but beyond that, it is done and has been for weeks. 
Yes–and in my case, that’s a bad, baaaaaad thing. I often spend my birthday in the mall, wishing I were dead.
Mine’s Dec. 8.
This one is the BIG 30!!! :eek: :eek: :eek:
I’m the 25th. Add me to all the bitter, ripped-off kids who got one fing present for both Christmas and Birthday from all those bstards, but who isn’t f*ing bitter about it. Much.
I’m 50 this year, and am getting the AARP mailings. I’ve finally realized I’m on the glidepath towards death. Did I mention I’m bitter and melancholy? Oh, and filled with rage. Don’t forget the rage.
I’ll just be over here sitting in the dark, cleaning my automatic weapons.
Don’t worry about it. My birthday is the 14th. I’m turning 34 this year and I am already getting the AARP mailings. I find they make a very satisfying grinding sound going through the shredder.
I started showing up emptyhanded on other people’s birthdays and claiming that the present they’d gotten for Christmas the year before was for their birthday, too.
That usually makes them stop.
Nope, mine is one day before yours.
I’m done and they’re all wrapped.
And I’m a single guy!
(I only had 5 to buy, and was told what to buy by my sister for 3 of them)
Mine’s the 18th.
Take a guess when mine is. 
I just discovered yesterday that my BF didn’t get the relevancy of the 1222 on my internet handle. You will all be pleased to know that he is NOT a Doper, thus he does not bring our collective IQ down at all. At least he’s pretty… 
So what am I, chopped livvah?
Sampiro- December 1, 1966
I turn 32 on the 31st.
Susan