It's my party, and I'll tear this place apart if I want to

Yesterday, I turned 36.

Which is amazing, because it was just yesterday that I was 16. I'm confused.

I went to the gym, and tried out my new sneakers. There was a lovely dinner on the ocean. For the first time ever, there was no birthday cake, because one week ago, I thought Atkins would be a fantastic idea.

What's wrong with me?

Jackie sent a beautiful bouquet, wishing me a "Beary Happy Birthday". WHAT A GOOB!!! Isn't it pretty? Hey, Jackie, did you know there was Mountain Laurel in the bouquet??

Thomas called from a ferry between Stockholm and ... I have no idea. Estonia, I guess. He's doing a 5-week motorcycle trip through eastern Europe.

Must be nice.

Today the Kid and I floated in the ocean. She clung to me and we watched little fish with yellow fins swim around my feet. They probably thought I was their mother. Note to self - let legs see the sun.

And then I decided it was time to throw out everything in my line of vision that doesn't have an immediate purpose. I'm not messing around. I went to the store and bought the biggest box of garbage bags I could find. I even found the ex's extra cell phone and put it in a padded mailer with a remaining shirt, and will send it off tomorrow.

I'm starting this year on a cleansing note.

:)

WOOSH!