Happy Birthday to ME

Today's my 31st birthday. I'm no longer merely 30nothing--I'm firmly in my thirties.

I'd feel better about it if I, well, felt better. I can hardly breathe and they started the pounding outside my windows at 8:15.

However, I did receive the customary family birthday greetings--both my dad and my sister sang "Happy Birthday to you, you smell like a monkey, and you look like one too."

Stacey's version included calling me Netner, the nickname she formed for me before she could say 'Jennifer.'

Thanks to everyone who sent me birthday wishes.

I'm off in search of juice.