My birthday is February 2nd, in the dead of winter. I always hated that phrase "dead of winter", sounds depressing, no?
Anyway, 2/2 is also another well-known day, at least to me and my family- Groundhogs Day. I used to hate that my birthday was related to a rodent, but I've warmed up to it over the years.
Needless to say, I never had any outdoor/pool/summer parties on my birthday as a kid, BUT I had some really great indoor parties.
Case in point, my 5th birthday, complete with a Barbie Doll cake and a Barbie Corvette.
One of these days S. and I are going out to Punxsautawney, PA and celebrate with the Master Groundhog, Phil. Until then, the good news is I am always guaranteed a vanilla layer cake with buttercream frosting. My favorite accompaniment to the 2nd of February.