I wasn't going to post this. But. I am seriously trying to make myself feel better. It's my birthday and I'm allowed to say what I need to say.
Sunday, on our way home from visiting with our younger college student, we stopped at the Marine Corps exchange at Quantico. Like many exchanges the first thing you encounter is the jewelry department. It is here that I find out that my husband hasn't bought me a birthday gift. It is on the remainder of the ride home that I find out that he decided that I had spent enough money Agnes Scott and that was my birthday present.
Yesterday if that lovely framed piece hadn't been in someone else's possession, I would have thrown it off the balcony.
I've never felt less special on my birthday than I do today.