What my laugh-a-dufilator needed

"SALUTE!"

We said as our shot glasses of Jager 'tinked'.

My favorite gingy from Colorado graced me with her presence for a few days.

Amie knows when a girl needs her friend close by to talk about life issues, give guidance and support, and to celebrate a 42nd birthday.

Thanks Amie!

And because you were so loving and helpful this last week, I won't show everyone the video I made of you singing "Call me maybe".

You are welcome.

And when I say 'YOU'........

 I mean you readers!

Standing next to Amie for a picture, made me finally understand what Paula feels like standing next to me.....

or anyone taller than 5 foot nothing for that matter.

Amie crouching down a foot or three, made it possible to get a picture without me looking like a midge, 

OR having to cut off Amie's head because 

"AWH!!!!  She so tawh, we no fit hewr in da peekchuwr.  

Ahhhhh Sooooo!"

[somehow that accent became a mixture of Chinese and Spanish........

something I like to call Spanese....or Chinish.]

A night with my girls at A Bar Named Sue, was just what our laugh-a-dufilators and beer pallets needed!

The thoughtful cards,  grand expense of gifts, abundance of texts and voice mails, love put into hand made treasures, and genuine time carved out to be with moi,  

spoiled me beyond what is deserving.

I thank each one of you [you all know who you are]

for making me feel embraced and content as I turned another year older.

MUAH!