The day after

I've decided that a horrible birthday is maybe good in a way. Now I don't have to worry about what it would be like...I know and there is power in knowing! Not much could go wrong next year that would surprise me. It was a good day in that many friends sent birthday wishes on Facebook, etc. and I did have a beautiful, yummy cake made by my personal birthday pastry chef, Shanna Henderson. I have some of the best friends in the universe! Love all of you!

The day

Old

So, I'm officially 39 years old today. As if that isn't bad enough, I have a cold, Eli has a cold, Rex has a bad back, Mom is sick as a dog and Dad is grumpy. Oh, and Angus the cat threw up all over the piano. Sounds like a fun day, huh?

I hate my hair!

Yes, I need some help. I was stupid enough to ask my husband if he liked my hair short or long...duh. That was months ago and my growing hair is at the stage where I'm tempted by any sharp object I see. "Oh, I could just snip a few strands here and there and ta-da...bangs" and other bizarre ideas float through my cerebral cortex. (Where?) So, I should go and have "it" trimmed, shaped, called to attention, whatever you want to call it. But no, I, being the cheapest person in the known universe, will continue to suffer in silence until I am tempted beyond all reason. Next time you see me, I might just look like Donald Trump.