Today, I am 28.
This morning, at 6 a.m., I went for a 4.8 mile bike ride and ran across 12 wild mustangs.
When I came into work, I had 2 messages from 2 of my favorite people wishing me a happy birthday.
I have to work 8 hours today, and it will be another 4 years until my birthday falls on a weekend. (That sucks.)
1 year ago today, I celebrated my birthday with Mom in Paris. She took me to the Moulin Rouge, which was an excellent show.
2 years ago, my cat Murray tried to commit suicide by eating some stargazer lilies that had been given to me the day before. 250 dollars later, he had 2 shaved legs from the IV and was fine.
7 years ago today, I met the first man I ever loved, and 4 months later, he broke my heart.
20 minutes ago I had 1 beautiful bouquet of flowers delivered to me from 1 handsome and thoughtful man.
1 birthday lunch with the cutest couple I know in Nevada.
1 breakfast with 3 dishes that are Atkins Diet friendly, courtesy of the girls in the office.
1 table for 2 at dinner.
All in all, the 26th was 1 great day.
