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It’s my birthday!  I’m officially another year older. 

Thirty-two, in case anyone was going to congratulate me on looking so young for forty.  I’m saving you from having to put your foot in your mouth.  My gift to you, on my birthday.

To celebrate my big day, I got a yeast infection.  Yay, me!

I’m not all that surprised, since I’ve been on antibiotics for 12 days now.  It was only a matter of time before something started to fester.

The good news is, after almost 6 weeks of coughing up gunk, my lungs are finally starting to feel clear.

*hack* *cough* *inhaler puff* *ahem*

There’s nothing like a hacking cough and an itchy crotch to make you feel younger on your birthday!

You should try it sometime.

No, really.

Last night my family and best-good friends came over for some home cookin’ and peanut butter brownies.  Maura, I’m sorry.  I didn’t save you any.

Today, my wonderful husband is taking me to a wine and beer festival and then to dinner at my favorite Thai restaurant. 

The weather is 85 degrees with a cool breeze.  Perfect.

When asked what I wanted for my birthday this year, I was at a complete loss.  I couldn’t think of a single thing.  I have all I need, and everything I want. 

Who could ask for more than that?

* For those of you who have emailed, commented and/or DM’d me recently, I am not intentionally ignoring you!  I promise I will respond soon.  I’m just lame and hacking up green stuff. *