The hubby (aka Neil) dropped by work and brought an ice cream cake for me to share with the rest of the staff, just to draw attention to it being my 40th birthday.
He likes watching my face turn beet red. :) And apparently there are some forms of embarrassment that I like as well.
This birthday thing is perking up.
Karen
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Can't remember my 40th, hardly. One of my best friends gave me a book I still treasure: The Artist's Way, by Julia Cameron. For my 50th, I had a little bash attended by some good friends. Although I claim to be annoyed with the difficulty I have remembering numbers anyway and having to remember a new number each year, I'm proud to say I'll be 51 soon.
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