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A few people thought I turned 40 yesterday because I said in the last post, “Thus begins my 40th year.”

But we aren’t born an age, so I just meant that I turned 39, and am starting the first day of year 40, which will culminate next May 10 in a giant birthday celebration when I turn 40. I had a big party for my 30th with cupcakes from the Cupcake Cafe in NYC, so will need to find a culinary equivalent for the cakeage.

Yesterday was a fine day, most of it spent schlepping Tyler to the orthodontist, then to the inlaws so he could work off some of the time he owes them for buying him an anvil. I got sucked into raking out beds, trimming an evil Barberry Bush (useless shrubbery! thanks for the 39 birthday puncture wounds!) and yanking out miles of Honeysuckle vines. Then Ty had to go to the library to return books and pick out sources for his Redemption Paper.

Chris told me to break the moratorium on extra spending for the night so I could buy a Dairy Queen cake, and he brought home beer. After a sweaty day in the sun and humidity, that beer tasted like Birthday Heaven. And the second one got me so deliciously sleepy that I went to bed and went so deep, I feel like a new woman.

Thank you all, you bunch of sweethearts, for all of your kind birthday wishes. You made the day extra special for me.

We got some +/- news yesterday about the house. The title search is complete so we can close at any time. The seller’s realtor said she was eager to do this sooner than the contract said, but she agreed to the terms of the contract anyway, but now apparently she wants to stick to the contract, so we won’t be moving for another 6 weeks. We did ask her to move up the date of the close by a few days so we can keep the interest rate we are locked in with until June 8. So we’ll close on the 5th, and she stays in the house for 24 more days. I’ll need to talk with her about getting over there the day after the close with a rototiller, manure, and my seed box. Time’s a wastin’!

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