Crappy Memorial Day Weekend

I have been busy working over this holiday weekend, so not much time for fun. The big birthday yesterday consisted of taking myself out for a Venti Mocha No-Whip Frappuccino at Starbucks, shopping for new chew toys for Kitty and looking at the new phones at Verizon. I ate the previous nights leftovers for dinner and the slice of mango pie I bought myself the night before. The waitress had put a candle in it, so I lit it, Lula turned off the lights and sang happy birthday to me (Tal was already in bed).
I ended up hearing from my other sis and my nephew Brett and only one friend who sent me a Happy Birthday test message. I don’t expect everyone to remember my birthday, but really that was pathetic. Really makes me wonder who in my life really gives a damn. I feel very lonely. All I know is that I love my girls and a few people in my family who did take the time to try to make my day a good one. Thanks guys!