*I suck because I can't even remember my husband's birthday, and I look at him every single day.
*I suck because I actually made everyone email me their birthdates, loaded them into some random birthday reminder generator, then abandon the site where I had all the wonderful info sent.
*I suck because when I forgot last year, I scribbled a note in my address book, and wrote the wrong date.
*I suck because I should remember to celebrate the birth of one of the most wonderful people presently dancing on the planet.
Happy Birthday, Mar. Without you I'd still be a smack-addicted hooker all Stockholm-syndromed over my pimp.