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Best. Birthday. Ever.

You know, I can actually say that without it being an exaggeration!

I had a really wonderful birthday. It wasn't so much that spectacular things happened, but that bad things didn't happen. To me, that is a huge step in the right direction!

My birthday fun actually started at midnight. Steve and I were watching episodes of Ugly Betty and when the clock hit 12:00 a.m. Steve sang Happy Birthday while I did a silly dance around the living room. Of course, since it was so late, and I had just gotten so old, we went to sleep directly afterwards.

I had taken the day off of work to avoid tainting my co-workers with my usual birthday luck, so I didn't have to get up really early. However, my spa appointment was at 9:00, so I laid about for a while before getting ready for that. Terrame is a small day spa that is actually about 5 minutes away from my neighborhood. I had gone there before to get my hair done, but not for any of their other services. When I arrived, they gave me a comfy robe and a pair of slippers and I had to fill out paperwork and order my lunch. Being a spa, they had mostly healthy stuff, but I was able to find something that didn't sound bad. :) My first stop was the facial room, which was very dark and had bird sounds and plinky-plunky music playing. The lady told me to get undressed and under the sheets on the table and she'd be right back. So I did that and was wondering why I needed to be mostly naked to get a facial when she came in and started doing her thing. Everything was going fine and I was totally enjoying the face and shoulder massage when she stopped and covered my eyes with these cotton things. I heard her pull one of those lighted magnifying mirrors over my face and then she took what felt like a cheese grater and began to basically remove the top layer of my skin, all while telling me how bad my skin looked. It hurt alot. I didn't think she would ever get done, but she finally did. Then she went back to massaging my arms and shoulders. I think she accidentally got to second base for a second, but then it was over. I didn't realize how relaxed I'd gotten until I was taken back into the lounge to wait for my massage and I kind of flooped over on the couch. Of course, whatever she did to my face made me look like someone recovering from smallpox, but it was all in the name of beauty, right?

Next was the massage. Oh. My. God. As I've said, I'm particular about people invading my personal space, but the woman who did mine made me comfortable immediately. While she was out of the room, I tried to figure out where the bird sounds were coming from, but I don't think I ever found them. It didn't bother me, per se, but it did make me think of the Hitchcock movie "The Birds." Not exactly the most relaxing of thoughts. The massage itself was wonderful. I can't really tell you what she did, because my mind went kind of blank and I think I drooled a bit, but it was so nice. Of course, I do remember thinking about that scene in "The Wizard of Oz" where the Tin Man is getting polished by that big fuzzy wheel thanks to Greg. I kept singing "Rub, rub here, Rub, rub there, Whether you're tin or brass That's how we keep you in repair In the Merry Old Land of Oz!" in my head. After the massage, they gave me a big glass of water and told me that a massage forces toxins out of your muscles so you have to drink lots of water for the next two days. They gave me so much water that I was afraid they might think I had a cocaine problem with as often as I had to run to the ladies room after that. :)

I had a chicken salad for lunch and a big bowl of berries. No melon, thank God. I don't like tomatoes or cucumbers at all and I don't like the way raw carrots feel, so I ate what seemed like a pound of lettuce and the chicken salad on top of that. After I was done, I made a happy face out of my vegetables. Why let them go to waste when they could become art! Heehee.

I got my nails done, which was fun. I don't really do that kind of girly stuff, so it was a new expirence for me. The girl doing my nails was really sweet and she did a good job. The pedicure was nice, but ticklish. I got everyone in the room laughing because I was laughing so hard when she was scrubbing my feet. However, I didn't kick her or jerk my feet away, so I call that a win! The whle spa thing was so much fun! I'm glad that's what I decided to do!

The rest of the day went as such: I went to Coldstone and got ice cream to take home. I talked to MVF Kenny for a while (he called to wish me Happy Birthday) and that was a pleasure, as always. I was going to take a nap, but Steve came in with some surprises for me. He got me six big, beautiful two-toned peach and yellow roses, I give him props for remembering that I don't care for red ones! He also gave me chocolate and a bulletin board. The chocolate I'm sure you understand, but the bulletin board will have to be explained another time. The dogs even got me a card. They couldn't remember how to spell my name, but Butler's handwriting is getting much better otherwise. They were all very sweet surprises. Then Steve took me to the resturaunt of my choice where we got dinner and then we watched Lost.

So, like I said: Best. Birthday. Ever.