I woke up and felt groggy when the sun poured through my blinds and onto my face. I pulled the covers up over my eyes and tried to sleep the last two hours before I had to get up for work. I did drift off and sleep and wake up with the vague feeling I'd dreamt. So I opened my eyes less reluctantly at this point. I peered out the front door at the vibrant yellow tulips that lined our sidewalk and surrounded our mailbox. Then I cranked up the car and was off for the morning commute. Green lights were my friend and I managed to get to work before anyone else. Things looked pretty good. When Law arrived he broke out in his best 50 cent rapping 'In da Club.'

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He such a sweetheart! I grabbed our bank dep and headed back out I asked him if he wanted breakfast. He said no but that didn't stop me from picking up something on the way back. My treat! I had the two co-working I sent to the corp. meeting calling me to express their birthday wishes. My buddy from the home office took a moment away from the meeting to inform me that they we're just about to start on the hayride the owner of our business set up and oh yeah, "Happy Birthday again!" Yeah I know it's a freaking conspiracy. I called him on it too. I get 8 or 9 hour boring business meetings and they get hayrides. Something is so wrong with this picture. But I'm glad they're having a good time.

Yeah I gotta admit this birthday unlike all birthdays before turned out pretty damn good. I've never felt like screaming "It's my birthday! It's my birthday!" but I did feel like that today.

All in reality it was not such a wonderful day.

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TY to everyone. Yes the World. lol No really to everyone who sent happy birthday wishes my way, I truely thank you from the bottom of my heart. You were part of the reason I enjoyed this day even in it's happy/rotten status.

So now I'm trying to evaluate how I feel about birthdays. I'm not loving them. Not eagerly anticipating them. But hell at least I'm not depressed about the same ole same ole with Mr. Forget-me-Every-Year. Oh well. Maybe I'm growing up? Or just living in denial? What's that song? Cue Martina....
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