Though my mom says this is a privilege only attained when one reaches 50, I say it's a privilege I am worthy of right now. I've spent my entire life celebrating my birthday very near a holiday (though it could have been much closer, I realize). Since I have to wait until December for either of the big celebrations of the year, my birthday and Christmas, I figure I should make it last in order to remember the excitement all year long.
Because of that fact, I've named the entire month a time to celebrate...that is a time to celebrate ME. And best yet, I think Brian has conceded; he did put up a good fight.
That means I'll play the "It's my birthday month" card whenever I'd rather go out for dinner than cook, whenever I could go for a snack or a shopping trip, whenever I'd rather cozy up by the fire than fold laundry...I think you get the picture.