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So I have this buddy…

Her name is Silvia. My friends and I call her Sliv for short (you read it right: s-l-i-v) every year she always greets me happy birthday, but always on the completely wrong day.

So the story goes, one day we were all hanging out and trying to guess each other’s birthday. For most of my friends however, they all know when mine is (I think I’ve etched it into their brain from many years of repetition). Sliv didn’t know and was still trying to guess.

Sliv: It’s March 12 isn’t it?

Me: Nope, It’s actually March 11th.

Sliv: Noooooo, It’s March 12! Ritchie! It’s March 12.

Everyone: Sliv, It’s March 11th.

Me: Yup, It’s March 11th.

Sliv: Oh really?

a few years later, march 10th.

Sliv (over instant messenger): Happy Birthday Rich! 2 days more and you’ll be an old man!

me: thanks sliv! you’re awesome. but it’s actually tomorrow on the 11th.

sliv: seriously? damn it! i knew i’d screw it up again.

i love her to death, she always remembers that my birthday is around the march area. doesn’t matter if she gets it wrong.

3:53 pm

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