On my iGoogle page, I have the Saint of the Day gadget. I like this gadget, as it tells me what the feast day is for the day.
As the day changed over after midnight, I noticed that the saint of the day had changed to St. Thomas Becket. Immediately, I was surprised.
“Hey,” I thought, “St. Thomas Becket’s feast day sounds so familiar.”
Hmm…I thought about it some more as I noticed it on the iGoogle page again.
Then it dawned on me, I knew that it seemed familiar because his feast day is on my birthday.
“Huh,” I thought. “Isn’t it funny that it’s on there right now?”
“Oh yeah, um, duh,” I said aloud. Continuing, aloud, as I am disgusted with myself, “Have I not been walking around telling everyone that my birthday is on Monday?”
(hanging head in shame for being so forgetful)
I suspect at this point even St. Thomas Becket must think I am an idiot. Because, you know, besides this forgetfulness, Eric also pointed out that it was pretty sad when I had to do math at the dinner table to remember how old I was about to be.
This does not bode well for my sixties, if this is what my early thirties are looking like.
picture from Google Images
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