Right, so, I am now 65 years old. Legally the milestone was reached on the 27th - a mix-up on my birth certificate has me legally born on the 27th but my real birthday is the 29th. I tried for a rather long time to have my US birth certificate corrected but finally gave up after cost and bureaucracy road blocks became too much for me. I now celebrate from the 27th through the 29th and usually call it my birthday weekend. It's easier although I do have to remember to use the 'legal' date as opposed to the real date on official documents. 

I'd shrug it off without a second thought if something similar hadn't happened in 1982 when Fox arrived and the young girl filling out the registration form put my name on his certificate as my first name+Crusty's first name+rose instead of my real name! What happened was...the hospital sent a very young girl into my room to get the birth registered as soon as possible (more of that pesty stupid little heart thingy meaning I'm always considered 'at-risk' when in hospital so they don't like to delay things like registrations and forms signing) and she'd just begun when Crusty arrived with a huge bouquet of roses. 

 

In my still medicated state (I had a C-section and the morphine took nearly a week to wear off), all she heard was me going on and on thanking Crusty for the gorgeous roses (which turned out to not be from him, but from someone else although he happily took credit for the thoughtfulness, of course) after I'd told her my full (real) name.

 

Apparently my rapture over the flowers overrode her hearing and writing down my real name - poor Fox has been scratching his head ever since.

Again, from the time Fox's birth certificate arrived in the post a month after he was born, I tried to get the damn thing corrected, to no avail and after several decades trying, I gave up on getting either of our birth certificates corrected.

Any road, here I am, 65 years old and not feeling a day over 35, lol:) Happy Birthday to me. 

Nothing terribly exciting planned for the day. I'm married to Asperger's, I'm lucky he sometimes remembers our anniversary. He did wish me a happy birthday this morning. 

 

Now to make my day wonderful, all I need is to hear from my children. Er, not holding my breath - I raised them to be self-sufficient and independent...and the little beggars clearly took me at my word!