Today, if you fictional people haven’t noticed, is the first day of the best month in the entire year. February.
And you know what February means? IT MEANS OUR BIRTHDAYS.
It also means Valentine’s Day, but I hate Valentine’s Day, so we’ll skip over that. So our birthdays! Yay! And one of our other friend’s birthday! Oh, by the way, I, Marie, am pink. Jo is that gold-ish yellow-ish color thing.
And our art teacher’s birthday too! And yes, I am golden! That is why my French name means golden!
Oh yeah it does! I don’t even remember what mine means . . . but it’s Odette. Because we got to choose our French names. And . . . well . . . Swan Lake. So anyway! Our birthdays! Are this month! And today we’re going to be talking about birthdays!
When are our birthdays? Oh yeah, the 27th and the 22nd! And since I am younger, you’d know . . . mine . . . is . . . ON THE 22ND! No just kidding!
*rolls eyes* Oh Jo. But anyway. Yeah. Jo is younger. By five days. So that makes me older! And that gives me benefits! Lots of benefits! Like getting the last word on our Sunday Posts! Just kidding. But I guess I do get benefits, with none of the drawbacks like . . . you know. Older sibling drawbacks.
Older sibling drawbacks. I don’t even know what drawbacks are. So I think you should tell me before this post gets any farther. Further. Which one is it? I never know now to use it. Them. Them.
It’s like that one commercial for Challenger School where the little girl is like, “Further is for ______ and farther is for ________.” I just don’t remember what she said. Anyway! Drawbacks of being the older sibling. What do you mean you don’t know what they are? You and I and Q talk about it all the time! Not really . . . but we do. Because we’re all the oldest of our siblings. Drawbacks are like . . . the bad things. Things to complain about I guess.
I know right?! I never remember what she says! And that makes sense! I forget things!
So anyway. Aren’t we supposed to be talking about birthdays?
Yeah . . . I forget things . . . because . . . OF MY MANY BIRTHDAYS! It’s because I’m getting old! 14 years old! So great!
*frowns* Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. Anyway. In this month, this glorious month, both Jo and I will turn 14. Not on the same day, as was previously established. I mean, if you thought I meant on the same day, well, I hate to break it to you, but really? Are you that stupid? Anyway. February birthdays. You know who else has a birthday in February? My fourth grade teacher. Her birthday is two days after mine. And George Washington. His birthday is my birthday. Not the same year. Duh. I mean. Just no. That wouldn’t work. Unless I’m immortal! Which I’m not.
Oh you know what?! My fourth grade teacher’s birthday was in February too! Well, it still is! OH MY GOSH, HE SHARES A BIRTHDAY WITH MR. D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT’S SO WEIRD.
Of course it’s weird that he shares a birthday with a Greek god who runs a summer camp as punishment. *smiles obnoxiously*
YEAH! HE’S ALSO THE GOD OF PARTIES! SO HE . . . I don’t even know where I was going with that.
Yeah, I don’t know either. So what are we going to talk about? I mean, there’s not much to say about birthdays . . . unless of course someone doesn’t know what a birthday is . . .
Well . . . I don’t . . . know . . .
That’s a problem.
Birthdays. Birth day! The day of your birth. You want to celebrate . . . because . . . because of your birth . . . the world . . . was made . . . better . . .?
The whole concept of a birthday is kind of stupid, you have to admit. When I was little I always wondered why we got presents for Jesus’s birthday. I still do wonder about that. I mean. Do I get presents for Jo’s birthday? No. Do I get presents for my mom’s birthday? No. Do I get presents for any other person’s birthday? No. Unless, that person is Jesus.
Well I always thought, “BECAUSE HE IS SO GENEROUS. HE GIVES TO THE PEOPLE! *DOES DRAMATIC HAND GESTURE*” It’s kind of like . . . if people never really celebrated birthdays . . . then it’d be a thing self-absorbed people would do.
Eh. I guess so. It still makes no sense to me though. I mean. There are lots of generous people. Who don’t give other people presents for their birthdays. *cocks head* That didn’t make a lot of sense. It made more sense in my head. Anyway. I don’t have anything else to say about birthdays, what about you Jo?
Uh . . .bye?
Great last words Jo. So beautiful and awe inspiring and motivational. I’m sure that our fictional people are so very happy and inspired now. Anyway. Goodbye fictional people!
~Marie and Jo
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