I had an epiphany over the weekend that cleared up a mystery that's lasted for as long as I can remember. Ironically, I can remember that I can't remember my mom's birthday. Not that I forget about it all together, but I can never remember what day it is.

I always thought my mom's birthday was on Thanksgiving. When I was in my teens, I remember celebrating my mom's birth while eating turkey and stuffing. In my 20s, I remember thinking, "That can't be right!" But then later that year, sure enough it was on turkey day.

This year I finally figured out that while it falls on Thanksgiving every six years, it falls on the 22nd EVERY year!  So why was that stuck in my head all these years? Probably because my mom's best friend, Debbie, STILL thinks her birthday falls on Thanksgiving!

What's even funnier is that my birthday is just like hers, falling on Labor Day... but not every year!

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