Well, then cheer up. My birthday totally sucked.
Had to work on the day. All I wanted was a quiet time at a restaurant with a few friends on the day after. Instead, like a whole bunch of people were there, and then baked me a disgusting cake I didn't want (I don't like heavy-icing storebought cakes, especially with non-white icing, just simple carrot cake or a pie that's homemade). I didn't know how to say no tactfully, and the woman who bought it kept pushing it on me. "I'm full, I can't eat anymore." "C'mon try some." "....(If you make me eat this green-icing cake I will puke all over you)"