As I’ve said before, February is my birth month. Ordinary, normal people take one day to celebrate their birth, but I have never once been accused of either.

I feel I got a little gipped in the birth month category with February being only 28 days long (or 29 if it happens to be one of those leap years).

I intend to milk my birth for all its worth. After all, I have managed– with much grace and lots of luck– to survive this long. That’s worth throwing a party or two for.

So as usual I will be accepting all forms of payment and gifts and adoration. I will try to do as many spontaneous, fun things as time will allow.