Well, Leather Lad and I have been talking this birthday thing over. Well, he's been doing most of the talking for weeks now. Whining, actually. Ever since Kiltboy's party hit the planning stage.

So. This is where it stands.

He's a Scorpio (No. You are *not* an Aquarius. Get over it.) He's a Scorpio. Thanks to Queen Bee and TunaTroll for astrological info.

Date? Well he doesn't want October. Says it's also an "ugly" month. Sounds like a Scottish cat with a hair ball. (Hey, *I* was born in October.) So it's November. I think the "NO" part really appeals to him. And guess what? There *is* a Friday the 13th in November. So that's it! Friday the 13th in November...Kronos' birthday.

Now you-know-who isn't going to last that long. Not even with 24 hour a day "Mr. Mom" marathons.

So we are also going to have an "Un-Birthday" celebration on February 13th, also a Friday. That will satisfy his obsession with Aquarius (You're a Scorpio. Now shut up and live with it!) and appease his Leatherness. Will only have to wait six weeks. I can live with that.

And the timing is great. Red and hearts everywhere. Great day to celebrate. So. There we are.

He feels as the End of Time it's only fair he get more birthdays than Kiltboy. Lots more. And presents. Lots and lots of presents.