It seems like it always rains on Westi’s birthday. And although yesterday kept up the perception, it is just an illusion. I checked.
In the last 24 years (coincidentally, we have rainfall records for the exact number of years that Westi has been alive… isn’t that cool?) it has rained on March 3 only 11 times. Proof of the pudding … perception isn’t always reality.
We love you. Happy Birthday!
Since I’m birthday girl, and therefore queen of land on the 3rd of March, I insist that it rains every year on my birthday, despite records. Even using the records, 11 out of 24 is nearly a 50/50 chance of rain on my birthday. But I try not to let it dampen my spirits. How could I when I have such wonderful friends and family to make me feel special? I think I’ll go dance to the tunes of my new iPod shuffle…