Marriage is the alliance of two people, one of whom never remembers birthdays and the other who never forgets them.
We all have special numbers in our lives, and 4 is that for me. It's the day I was born. My mother's birthday, and a lot of my friends' birthdays, are on the fourth; April 4 is my wedding date.
I hate birthdays.
It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.
I enjoy working with the American Cancer Society because I fully support its mission of saving lives and creating a world with less cancer and more birthdays for everyone.
I hate birthdays. I hate birthday parties. I hate them. I don't know what it is, anybody's only got to come wafting near me with a piece of cake with a candle on and I break out in hives.
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
I hate birthdays. I thought that I only hated my own birthday, and then I realized that I hate my children's birthdays too.
I have a few pieces that I got for my birthdays or that I bought for myself: I acquire things that speak to me and put them on my wall. When I see things I like, I just know.
I'd sleep in a little, work out, do laundry, run errands, buy presents for people with birthdays coming up. I like it when I don't have to be anywhere, and anything I do is my choice.
Do not forget birthdays. This is in no way a propaganda for a larger population.
I used to go to the U.S. Open on my birthdays and sit in the nosebleeds.
If I have learned anything, it is to keep my wife happy by sending her lavish gifts. Other men can learn from my success and send their wives and girlfriends fresh flowers for birthdays, anniversaries, and of course, Valentine's Day.
I don't have birthdays.
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