Happy of happiest, Esprix!!!
Any celebration planned??
I’ll be 29 on the 18th.
Nothing planned.
Ellen the Perfect Ten checking in with another October birthday! No, I’m not vain; my birthday’s October 10th 
I plan to spend the day being waiting on hand and foot by my minions … that is, husband and children … and opening the many presents they’ll shower me with!
Guess I’d better get them the memo. LOL
And I’ll be <cough>39<coughcoughcough>.
Actually, no plans. Hrmph. Ought to change that…
Esprix
I will be 18 on the 29th, following the big Tool concert the night before. Woo hoo! Rock on, and happy birthday guys!
Happy Birthday EVERYONE!!!
::huggles::
Cheri
The 8th was my sister’s 18th birthday.
Thank God she was born three days after the registration cutoff, so she can’t vote for that pinko liberal Rendell and cancel out my protest vote for Mike Fisher, who really has no chance anyway. Fast Eddie doesn’t need any more help, since he’s up 15% in the polls anyway.
But anyway, happy birthday, Torie. Love ya.
Even residents of Never-Neverland have birthdays…strange, that:)
It’s come and gone yet another year, and with no major mishaps, unless of course you count my car breaking down on I-81 130-ish miles from my intended destination…
'ey, Zebra, mine’s the 19th too. I’ll be a good ole 43.
Happy Birthday to all my fellow Octoberians (sp??) 
Since I am on third shift now, and we are working Saturdays to boot, I’ll probably be sleeping for most of the day when I get home 7 a.m. that morning. No plans yet for the evening.
<delurk mode>
Me & Myron don’t make much of birthdays (except for some commemoration in private, heheh)
My inlaws, though, (whom we both are nervous around anyway) drive us crazy about it. They want to know what to get me for my birthday.
Here I am wracking my brains trying to think of a present that they’d want to get me. Not what I’d want, mind you, but what they want to give me. It’s got to be of a certain price, and a certain category, and I don’t have a clue on what those may be.
Power tool? Oh no, that’s not a gift for a lady. Treats of superlative edibility? Oh, no no no, her weight problem! Gift certificate? No, that’s base, like giving money!
Eeep! I’m trying to be grateful, but really, all I wanted was a card!
Anybody else have that problem? Someone who won’t give you a gift you’d really want unless it passes their personal approval? I try to give people what I think they’d like; what I like has nothing to do with it.
Anyway.
As usual, I wasn’t able to wriggle out of birthday dinner with the inlaws, either. Ugh, ugh ugh!
MIL: Now I’m going to bake you a cake that day.
ME: Oh, no, please, you don’t have to…
MIL: I insist; what kind do you like best?
ME: (hates cake) Well, I’m not much of a cake person…
MIL: Come on, tell me!
ME: Well, I guess angelfood…
MIL: …or lemon. FIL really loves lemon!
ME: (subvocal) Whatever. Nnnnggggh!
I’ll get to listen to FIL sing happy birthday, purposely off-key (aaaarrrgh!), because, y’know, it’s really funny when he does that.
Breaking news, FIL: it wasn’t funny the first time I heard it, and fifteen years later… guess what? Grrrrrrrr!
Ah well. It could be worse. Here’s to all you folks having a better time than I will (and especially to Soup_du_Jour, whose birthday is the 20th, same as mine)
Mrs Myron
<lurk mode>