So much has been going on, I didn't even get to celebrate my 41st birthday. It was July 3rd, the day before I had to go out of town for my best friend's wedding. I figured since the wedding locale was near the beach, I could celebrate with Daniel. Hmph...some celebration. I didn't even get treated to a birthday dinner and we ended things the next day.
Now I am 41 years old, with no man. (I'm not even claiming "new 30's" anymore; you can't pour syrup on shit and call it a pancake, you know. It is what it is.) Still ducking and dodging menopause, although the hot flashes do not lie. So...happy (belated) birthday to me. Better luck next year.
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