...for any birthday to suck as bad as my 26th birthday. That was the one where I was home sick that day with one of those nasty spring cold/coughs (like I have right now). My mom made me a lovely birthday card and wished me a happy birthday. Then she told me the bank was going to foreclose on our home.

Two weeks later, she blew her brains out.

Yet, this past birthday has surpassed that one and now reigns as the worst I've ever had.

Feh!