July 1st has become a big day in my family. It started with my step-father, Richard, whose birthday is on July 1st. Then I met my husband Tom, whose birthday is also on July 1st. Besides sharing a birthday and being wonderful husbands, they are both huge Simpsons fans. Fate? Proof that astrology has merit? I don't know, but it makes remembering their birthdays much easier.
Then last year, Tom and I were talking about my cat. like many adopted animals, I don't know his date of birth. I did get him young enough that the vet was able to determine that he was born in July. (I remember this because we were counting down the days until he could be neutered.) Tom suggested that we celebrate his birthday on July 1st, so he too could be one of the guys. So Larry's 18th will officially be July 1, 2010.
This also means that, excluding blood relatives, the longest relationship relationship I have had with a male is with my cat. Some my say that's depressing , but hey, he's 18 and a really cool cat.
I wonder if I should have him register with selective service?
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