weeeee! No mo thirty-threeee.

Who had the little Fisher Price hospital when they were little? Doesn't the little plastic bald dude in the wheelchair bring back fond memories? This is a photo of a riotous and totally bizarre painting I saw on my quick birthday jaunt to South Carolina last weekend (new beau in tow).

9/11 is a rough day. I know, eventually, in the rest of Americans' minds, it will fade and, over time, become just another day. Like Pearl Harbor. Or the Oklahoma City Bombing. It was such an unexpected and momentous turning point in my life though, it won't go that way for me. I like a quiet day, some clouds, reflection, tea. I once worked in those buildings that fell when those animals caught us with our guard down. Birthdays are always an excellent time to take stock of life, re-evaluate goals, praise friends, bask in gratitude. I am particularly grateful on this day.

Thank you from so many and for so many thoughtful, funny, well-written, kind, energetic birthday wishes! I am glad I was born. :)

p.s. If you're interested, holding steady at the 50 pound mark. Birthday cake and all!