Dragged kicking and screaming into my 56th year, which I was horrified to discover was plastered all over Facebook.  It has taken me years to obscure my date, so I could ignore my birthday.   I shouldn’t be such a bitter old queen though, since I received so many birthday notes and salutations, which I don’t deserve for being such a bad sport.  Fortunately tomorrow it will be forgotten and by next year I will have shut down any participation on social networking, that is if the motherboard has not taken over our minds by then.