According to Life, the Universe and Everything, forty-two is the answer. And now that I’m forty-two, I have all the answers. Not.
But I am sure that I have a seafood allergy. ‘Nuff said there.
Prior to the dinner in which I (re)discovered my allergy, though, three friends and I went to the Denver Art Museum for an Outing Without Children. If you ever have a chance, I’d highly recommend it. We still went to all the fun kid areas, but I got to see all the cool other art, too.
Sam was out of town, and instead of moping around feeling sorry for myself, I took every friend’s (as well as my parents’) offer to spend time with me. I had two dinners out with friends, a breakfast out, and a run with my PRP my actual birthday morning. Perhaps the other answer I discovered at Forty-Two is that there are a lot of people who really care for me, and I am really blessed. Thank you!
Happy birthday!
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Many Happy Returns of the Day!
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42, huh. So, I’ve got two more years to go.
Much love to you on this blustery day – the boys love their gifts. 🙂
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