A few days ago it was my 37th birthday. My snobby Aunt and Uncle did not even call me to wish me a happy birthday. What a bunch of jerks.My Counselor i see once a week rememberd my birtrhday and gave me a gift.It was a baseball book.In it she wrote Happy Birthday to a baseball fan who deserves friends who care.That made my day.Of course i'm still pissed that some of my family forgets year after year.