The Year of the Funky

It's my birthday. I've got some great women in my life who knew that this year, more than ever, I needed a reminder that my forties can be fun and fabulous and, doggone it, I've still got it going on.

An early birthday present from my mom,

for trompin' through break-up in style.

My mother-in-law gave me this colorful bag to hold all my necessities, like a makeup stick to cover up the circles under my eyes and an extra pair of underpants in case I wet myself while laughing. Or sneezing.

My daughters couldn't care less that it's my birthday, but they've given me the best gift of all: a daily reminder that life is full of wonder, joy, and opportunities to learn.

Happy birthday to me . . . and MANY more!

Dinner last night: meatless spaghetti, corn, garlic bread

Last year's thoughts on my birthday:

Let Your Freak Flag Fly

Birthday Gift

Height and Weight, Please