I am not one of those people who get's grouchy on their birthday and mopes around all day/week/month about getting older. I love having my birthday. I am bouncy on my birthday. Why not? I've got plenty to be happy about, right?
My birthday rocked yesterday. First off, I love Facebook. What a wonderful tool for staying connected. Between Facebook, email, and skype, every single one of my brothers and sisters-in-law sent me a message, as well as my parents, my grandpa, Aunts, friends from back in the states, friends I've made in Italy. I know it's electronic and easy, but KICK ASS! I love getting happy birthdays in any and every form.
My kids were too sweet. Punkone gave me a microscope that he got last year but had been replaced by a better one (it's really really crappy) but said that he thought I would like it since I'm a scientist and all. Punkette drew a picture of the two of us in rockin dresses... mine is purple with red hearts all over it. It's awesome and SO me.
I made my birthday cake from premixed batter that you squeeze out from a bag and frosted it with nutella since they don't have frosting here. It was yuuuummy. And then we played balloon volleyball.
I don't know exactly why, but 36 sounds just about perfect to me. I've got good warm fuzzies right though. Maybe it's like Brian up there says and has something to do with balance and symmetry. Or maybe I'm just a loony goon.