I am another year older.

My birthday was ridiculous. It was like one of those games of Good News/Bad News. Remember those?

Good News: Breakfast in bed! Scrambled eggs with cheese curds and ananas melon. Yum.

Bad News: I was attacked by a swarm of yellow jackets when I walked out my front door. They stung me in the neck and terrified me into hyperventilating.

Good News: I had no reaction at all to the sting (so maybe it only struck me a glancing blow). My coworkers brought me a cake and took me to lunch.

German chocolate. With candles and everything!

Bad News: In the insanity of the yellow jacket attack I completely forgot about the peach I had stuck in my purse for my mid-morning snack. It took a direct hit from something heavy. Peach ooze everywhere in my purse.

Good News: I was the last appointment of the day for my doctor so he gave me a bonus unscheduled ultrasound. T-Rex wiggled around adorably. He's growing right on track and seems to be perfectly healthy.

Bad News: Walked in the front door to discover the dogs had left no fewer than three piles of diarrhea and one puddle of pee on the carpet (never on the linoleum, of course). The carpet that the DDH had just spent hours and hours cleaning a week ago. Sigh.

Good News: The DDH bought me a big fat ribeye steak from the butcher that we decided to save for a more relaxing evening. Then he cooked some chicken instead.

Bad News: The surviving yellow jackets staked out the front door and we were all out of yellow jacket spray. We had to go in and out the back door until the DDH got more spray, and they finally seem to have dispersed. *crosses fingers*

Okay, so those don't really flow the way the Good News/Bad News game items are supposed to flow. But it was definitely a birthday to remember!