International Day of the Disabled

Today is International Day of the Disabled. You didn't even send me a card did you! I mean come on... I write about my fantastically fabulous life from the point of view of being in a wheelchair... words from a seated position. I spent hours each month working on this blog and you don't even have the common courtesy to send me a card!

Okay, first I never heard of International Day of the Disabled until today. Plus, I'm not quite sure how a day becomes international. Did every country in the world actually have a vote and declare that this is an international day of something? It took decades to agree that having a hundred different currencies in Europe was a dumb idea. We can't get countries to agree to throw away nuclear bombs or even that global warming exists. Killing whales and dolphins is still a good idea in much of the world. So how in the heck did we get every country to agree to have an International Day of the Disabled.

I think it's another Hallmark marketing ploy, kind of like Grandparents Day and Sweetest Day. Just because it's a marketing ploy doesn't mean you don't owe me a card!

Do they have cards that say Happy Belated International Day of the Disabled? You better hope so.

In your defense, I would never willingly give up my home address. Also, I haven't checked the mailbox today so it's possible that every one of my readers actually did send me a card. I think I heard a mail truck sputtering and struggling to get up the hill in front of my house, that's probably a good sign.

Anyhow, Happy Gimp Day!

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