Every year. The same conversation.

Every year around this time, I have the same conversation with my mother.

Mom: "What do you want to do for your birthday?"

Me: "Nothing."

Mom: "So, what do you want to do?"

Me: "Nothing. Birthdays are stupid."

Mom: "So you want to go out to dinner?"

Me: "No."

Mom: "Okay. You pick the place."

o.O

Sigh. As always, it's hip to be square (and grumpy!), kids.