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In 364 ShOrT days, my twenties will be a thing of the past. My friend and co-worker, Dionne, has been bugging me for weeks to find out my birthday, I finally told her so she then began to bug me about my age. I don't really care about my age, I'm happy and healthy and that's what matters right? Regardless, I answered with 42, she said "okay" and never asked again. Yesterday at lunch there was a big chocolate cake on the staff table that read "Happy 42nd Birthday Mrs. Steele" Now for the kicker, one of her male student had seen the cake earlier in the day and said to her "damn she looks good for 42" LOVE THAT! He came into my room later and told me Happy Birthday and asked if I was really 42, I said no, how old do ya think I am? He guessed 25.

We had a great dinner at Cafe Rio last night with some friends and then we all went to the South Hills to see the lights. It was cold, below zero, but worth it to see the excitment in my daughters' eyes, the smiles on their faces, and the "pitty" that kept coming from Elly's little mouth. The hot cocoa that we had afterwards was better than any cake ever could've been!

Thanks to all of you who wished me a happy day :-)