42!

Well, I'm 42 now.  This means I am officially the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything.  

Lucky me.

Mostly I just feel like 42 is the answer to the question, "Why do I want to eat dinner at 4:30?"

But I did have a wonderful birthday.  There were presents.  Michael got me a flat iron and a car detailing certificate.  I was grateful. 

I also received a beautiful handmade giraffe card from Kitty.  I love her.

Michael marked the occasion by taking blurry photos of me with my eyes closed.  He's 45.  That's the answer to the question, "How do you work this goldarn camera?!" 

My friends took me to dinner and showered me with even more presents.

I guess being 42 ain't so bad.

Happy Birthday to me!