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Happy Birthday

Looks like I made it! Another year older and I don't think I've EVER been more grateful or relished the simple act of breathing more. I ate Thai food, dark chocolate mousse, and a killer good Birthday cake! I overdosed on Iliza Schlesinger stand-up. Check her on Netflix! War Paint, Freezing Hot, Confirmed Kills.

Did you know that PINtrest is porn for white women?!  Me neither.How about when you applied to become a girl, and they asked what your favorite season is. "Fall. Motha-fuckah!!" She retorts. Because we love #Pumpkin everything! And we lose our shit when the leaves turn.  Babe, babe, babe, babe, babe, babe, babe, babe: Is it cold outside?

I got serenaded at midnight, so sweetly. All day I had Birthday wishes, on Facebook and in person. Lynn sang and played harp for me and my family. I got serenaded a second time by dayshift. And Jordan, my sweet Jordan, who comes to crochet bedside for me, showed up to facilitate birthday shenanigans. She's awesome! She made me a handcrafted card, so beautiful.

Chef Daniel made me a delicious, surprise, mousse. I'm a sucker for Chocolate and he knows it. My mom brought me a white cake, with raspberry filling and Chocolate fudge icing. What a day!!

And if that wasn't enough, the Seattle Seahawks whomped the San Francisco 49ers 37-18! It was a righteous game, the offense finally matched the defense. The only downside was that Russell Wilson took a hit to the knee. Jimmy Graham came alive! Doug Baldwin was amazing. What a team! We're gonna go all the way!

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