It's my birthday! If I saw you on the street, I'd never tell you it was my birthday because it's so "hey, tell me how awesome I am! Aren't you beyond ecstatic that I was born?" But here, I feel okay about it.
This day is still young and already it's been a fantastic day. My Mom and Dad sent me a swimsuit I've been eyeing for weeks, my sisters sent me a gorgeous gray sweater (I love sweaters; one cannot own too many sweaters) and a headband (this is awesome because I sent both of them a shirt and a headband for their birthdays), and the Tates (my in-laws) sent me a personalized Swiss Army knife (which is perfect because we've been working on our first-aid/emergancy prepardness lately), a cookbook, and a big bag of cinnamon chips (hooray!). (How can ANYONE write without parenthases? They are almost as necessary as oxygen).
At work, one of my co-workers, who is a Mary Kay rep, gave me a bottle of perfume and another gave me a little jewelry box. The office bought an ice cream cake and we're ordering in lunch.
I've received some very nice emails from family and friends . . . I know some really nice people. I'll keep them.
Anyway, Happy Birthday to me!