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Well, I survived the 7th anniversary of my 39th birthday. Yeah, I'm gonna make you do the math!

Lots of people wished me a happy b’day. Isn’t that some kind of geyser toilet? Not very nice, if you ask me.

Also, an interesting turn – I was called to retrieve, from the front desk, a package that had been hand delivered, marked “Confidential.” It weighed more than paperwork and obviously had an enclosure I was going to have to deal with. Turns out it was a birthday card, and a paper wrapped block decorated with smiley faces and stars in blue highlighter. Felt like a short brick, to me. So, I’m thinking, hey this must be sort of along the same lines as getting charcoal at Christmas – bricks on your birthday, right? Happily, it turned out to be a sweet surprise - a hefty stack of gourmet chocolate bars from some sweet coworkers.

Between the toilet and brick, it wasn’t at all that bad, though.
In fact, it was rather mellow. I borrowed my neighbor’s two dogs – a puggle and a mini boxer-pug (I think.) That was almost like having a party. We sat on the deck and did my toenails. Well, the pups didn’t actually help with that. They kept wanting to lick the polish off.

Instead of Pin-the-Tail-on-the-Donkey, my party guests played Plaster-Your-Nose-to-the-Cat. It mainly consisted of some snout-to-snout communing with Fred. Of course, she was on one side of the glass slider, and they were on the other. There was a little whining on the puppy side. Those doggie girls really wanted to “play” with Miss Fred.

I did let the dogs in to have some well needed water. Fred wasn’t even fazed. She just sat there squinting warily – I thought I caught her rolling her eyes as we walked past her. By the time I managed a second glance though, she had returned to her normal I’m-too-cute-to-have-evil-thoughts condescending blinking. Considered letting the dogs off the leashes, but decided I wasn’t in the mood for that sort of party.

So the doggy divas and I went back out onto the porch to enjoy the breeze, and apply some more hot pink polish, plus a few rhinestones, to my one-birthday-older toes. Then we all just sat for a bit, watching the peppers grow in the early evening sun fade.

In this issue: Hybrid Dogs, Nail Polish, Origins of the Happy Birthday Song, Finding Meaning in Life, and absolutely nothing about Pin-the-Tail-on-the-Donkey.
Now posted: Recipe for a Happy Life, Faith, Current