"Real Birthday"

You know, most of the time I like my parents. They keep a roof over my head, feed me, buys me nice clothes, occasionally let's me eat food with yellow #5 and Red #7 in them, but I'm having second thoughts about being their daughter.

You see, it turns out they delayed my Birthday by a day this year, just hoping I wouldn't notice so they all could be present and soak up the power of my birthday enthusiasm!!!??? Who does that?

I think I want to review my contract parameters. For now, they are just damn lucky I have an American Doll to bide my affections!