So Today Is My Birthday

Today is my birthday.
So far two of my daughter's girlfriends texted me wishing me a happy birthday, my husband wished me a happy birthday, and one girlfriend texted me with another calling me from work.
Sooooo what do you think my wonderful offspring did this morning? The eldest, who at age 18 has the stare of "I have better things in my life to do than to listen to you" down like a real pro, asked me if I needed him today (after school). Now you may think "How sweet - he wants to do something for his mom!" but oh nooooo. He had planned earlier in the week to do something else and wanted to make sure that I didn't have him scheduled to hang with his brother. I waited a moment before responding to him to give him a chance to go through his mental calendar. Nope, not a thing. So I quietly said "It's my birthday." A fleeting look on his face that said "I'm bad" before he responded "I'm here". Then, without missing a beat, he asked where we were going for dinner (any chance to go out and avoid my cooking).
I can't blame him. I take any chance to go out to avoid the comments from adolescents that usually proceed something like this: You know I don't like ____________ (fill in the blank); Why do we have to have ___________; Don't we have ______________ (this one I particularly like because when I make __________ they forget that they asked for it the night before and it is now on the food blacklist); and my favorite "Can't I have something different?". By that time I usually ask them what part of our house looks like a restaurant and what I am wearing resembles a waitress uniform.
My daughter, who is supposed to be preparing for a camping trip, made a mad dash out of the house this morning to go to school before I had even cracked an eyelid open. We'll see what happens when I pick her up.