stop by for the birthday festivities.
Well, today marks my babysitter’s 60th birthday!
Happy birthday!
I don’t honestly know what he looks like now.
His younger brother and his older sister sure look happy for him though, eh?
And there’s the Canadian Armed Forces, still handling things for him all these years later.
I don’t know where his father is.
I wonder if the Vice Chief of Defence Staff or even the Chief of Defence Staff have sent him cards for his birthday.
and a pat on the bum
If I sound a little sarcastic or a little bitter, that’s ’cause I am.
Not a word of a lie, but I had no birthday parties from the time my mother was ejected from the PMQ on CFB Summerside by my father in 1977 until my birthday in 1985. And that one was so that my father could butter my ass up just in case civilian social services found out about his destructive blow-out in the PMQ in August of 1985.
He promised that he would never ever forget my birthday again.
There was no birthday in 1986.
1987 was going to be my 16th birthday. He promised that he was going to sign me up for and help me with paying for driving classes with Young Driver’s of Canada. Nope. Changed his mind. Whose car would I be driving? Sure as fuck wasn’t going to drive his ’83 Mustang. If I thought that he was going to buy me a car I had another fucking thing coming. I should go speak to that cheap bitch mother of mine and she could pay for the driving lessons and then buy me a fucking car, what has she ever paid.
He sent me a $100.00 gift card for the Old Spaghetti Factory in September of 2006. This was due to the fact that I had chewed him out in August of 2006 for all of the shit related to CFB Namao and the aftermath of CFB Namao.
So yeah, from 1977 until the asshole’s death in 2017 I had 2 birthday acknowledgments and one attack on my mother. That 2 years out of 40.
Meanwhile the babysitter’s father loves him. Blames the military for the way his son turned out.
The babysitter’s sister lied for him.
The babysitter’s younger brother lied for him.
Fuck, even the Canadian Armed Forces were handling things for the babysitter.
But what the hell, it’s his birthday, Happy Birthday!
Beeshive 