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It's my birthday today. Please don't feel that that obligates you to leave a comment since that will send a notification to my email, and I currently have 1547 messages in my inbox. I told you I am a mess. If you would like to drop dinner off, though, please do leave a comment and I will make sure your message is addressed posthaste as I don't cook on my birthday or Mother's Day. I am thinking about seeing if I can get away with not cooking on my children's birthdays, too, but maybe that's pushing it a bit.

I have always liked my birthday. My grandmother's birthday was June 1 and there were several birthdays in between, so it was a nice bookend to the month. It's also right in the middle of the year, so it's a nice time to reflect on resolutions if I'm feeling reflective. Usually, though, I'm just thinking about how nice it's going to be to have take out instead of being in the kitchen, because I hate being hot.

This year I am going to make a birthday resolution, though. I am going to resolve to stop plucking my gray hairs. I am going to try to view them as sparkles instead. I like sparkles. Maybe I will try to cover up my sparkles, but I will not pluck them. At least I will try not to. I do like sparkles more than being bald.

So goodbye, 33, and all of your stress and and blizzards (I hate being too cold, too. I'm cranky in extremes.) and chaos. Here's to a calm, peaceful, sparkly 34!

(The picture above is me on my third birthday. You know that even though the outfit doesn't fit anymore, I still have days when I think I just might be WonderWoman, sparkles and all.)