One Heck of a Day

All right, team-- so it would appear that your girl's blogging mojo lost a bit of speed in recent weeks. Well, fear not-- its HERE & its CLEAR-- I've still got the goods, just not always the time to execute... So I'm stealing a few minutes out of the hectic schedule to write a review-- of what you ask? Of my birthday!

Yes, possums-- to those of you lovely people who knew it was the infamous day (9/23) & celebrated appropriately (i.e. by sending various & sundry tokens of fealty), THANK YOU. I received some decadent bath items, as well as some lovely blog lovin' posts. I'm blessed with my friends, and I send reciprocal blessings your way as well (FYI: Gopher's got a birthday coming too-- go wish him the best, too!)

The picture above is another lovely gift I received (thanks, Steve-O!)

This cake was also a day sweetener-- green writing & candles (my favorite color) and a big fat red rose (also, my fav fleur) because EVERYONE KNOWS, the birthday girl gets "the flowers" on the cake-- so one giant one was even better, dontchya think? On the whole, it wasn't the most diet friendly day in my recent history. But then again, it isn't everyday that you celebrate turning another year older (37, if you're counting). So I boldly enjoyed some cake, had a 6-inch Subway sub for lunch, and did Olive Garden for dinner. And YES, I DID cash in my FREE Cold Stone Creamery coupon afterwards (I ordered their Coffee Lover's Orgasm... er, whatever its called)-- but it was too much for me, so I was compelled to give 1/2 of it away, so it wasn't nearly the travesty that it would have been in years gone by (when you would have had to wrestle the plastic spoon from my cold, dead hand before I'd give up).

So a summary: balloons, cake, flowers, bath goodies, boastful blog tributes, and in general a day filled with love, life & laughter. Can't ask for much more than that, can we? Here's to doing this again in another 363 days!