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Well another birthday - over and it's official I'm going to start lying about my age - for real. In the words of Jerry Seinfeld, really all a birthday is - "is congratulations! you didn't die this year." I think me and Ross both breathed a sigh of relief as we went to sleep - being grateful that we avoided any "special occasion cries." Birthday's are always a little bit tricky - I want them quiet but at the same time awesome . . . and noticed. A fine line . . . a fine line indeed.

This year worked out great - it was quiet but not too quiet. And thanks to family and some very sweet friends I felt very loved. Although I still haven't gone around to collect all of the items that Lindy promised me she ordered - I did receive a few "dream" items. An edible arrangement from my sister, for starters. (On a sidenote those things are so overpriced it is ridiculous).

Every year I am always reminded how nice it is to be remembered on "my special day" and I vow to do better. A shout out to my friend Mindy - she sent me crystal light packets - the Pinks - who sent me an apron that made Ross giggle - Toddcat who encourages me to love Jessica Fletcher (to Ross's chagrin) and a lot of e-mails and messages - all thoughtful and awesome. Ross took me to "Jersey Boys" where we celebrated with a lot of other 50 to 60 year olds singing it up with "The Four Seasons." It was great. Here's to another year of "not dying."