This was the day I was born. It was a Good Friday. I was born with an skin mass on my forehead resembling a cross. My birthday has yet to land on a Good Friday since.
I was also born on this day. Every year on Good Friday my mother gives me a small gift or treat….we call it my un-birthday. 2057 will be the next time Good Friday lands on April 20.
My 18th birthday. Went out to dinner for salad with my boyfriend as he was Catholic and I was going to enter the Catholic church the following year. Silly me! I forgot and put bacon bits on my salad. Two days later his German-born mother gleefully ruined the weekend by telling my I shared a birthday with Hitler. Ha! I also share a birthday with Mother Angelica.
Friday, April 20, 1984
This was the day I was born. It was a Good Friday. I was born with an skin mass on my forehead resembling a cross. My birthday has yet to land on a Good Friday since.
I was also born on this day. Every year on Good Friday my mother gives me a small gift or treat….we call it my un-birthday. 2057 will be the next time Good Friday lands on April 20.
My 18th birthday. Went out to dinner for salad with my boyfriend as he was Catholic and I was going to enter the Catholic church the following year. Silly me! I forgot and put bacon bits on my salad. Two days later his German-born mother gleefully ruined the weekend by telling my I shared a birthday with Hitler. Ha! I also share a birthday with Mother Angelica.
funny：)