One Day A Year You Get to Call Your Own
Growing up I think we all looked forward to that one day a year. No, not Christmas, our Birthday. It's the one day of the year that belongs to "you" and "you" only. As kids you wake up to Mom, Dad, sisters and brothers saying "Happy Birthday." Then the phone would ring, Nana and Pop-Pop calling to say "Happy Birthday." Go to school everyone is saying "Happy Birthday." So, let's say by noon you've had 25-30 Happy Birthdays? Times they are a changin' it's 8:48am and already received 83 "Happy Birthdays." How? Facebook, so let's see how many total by midnight, according to Facebook I have 370 friends.