Ok, it seems as though I opened my eyes and started my first day of forty much as I did my last day of thirty-nine.

So far so good.

This has been a great Birthday, although if I could make one change it would be to have all my friends and family here with me.

Maybe when I'm fifty.

For my Birthday so far, Mike removed and cleaned the dash of my car, replacing all the burned out bulbs, cleaning , dusting and polishing the gages and glass AND installed a new car stereo for me!

I have said it before, but I will say it again.

I totally dig that guy.

I'm glad he's a few years younger than me because I have grown to rely on him for so much and I want to be sure he outlives me.

He and Wendy just left for town to pick up a carrot cake he finagled Haggen into making for me.

They told him they didn't do carrot cakes in 1/4 sheets for birthday type cakes, but would make an exception.

I love carrot cake.

Because I know Mike, I know that he has something else stirring too, otherwise he wouldn't have insisted Wendy go along with him to town.

He even took her in her Mrs. Buttersworth bandanna which tells me it's pretty serious business.

He's to uptight to take Wendy anywhere even when she looks normal, (because of her less than normal behavior) let alone when she's on a roll.

I imagine it will be an interesting trip.

I am making my favorite, lasagna for dinner tonight with a cesar salad, fresh italian bread and maybe even a glass of wine. I have a whole box that's been in the fridge for almost a year.

I guess if I'm waiting for a special occasion, this is as good as any.

My stories are on, gotta go.