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Today is my twenty-seventh birthday.  I haven’t felt much about it besides the desire to be happy and celebrate my crazy wonderful life.

People at work were generous in keeping things joyful.  One detective wished me a “happy birthday” in multiple languages using his iPhone – I have to say that was a first.  I was brought a (second) breakfast of Danish and OJ from Panera Bread.  Many people wished me a happy birthday and at lunch I was taken out to eat at Hard Times Café – I love their buffalo chicken salad.  I received a card from one close coworker friend and also a card signed by a bunch of people around the department.  Then this afternoon I was treated to coconut cake made by one of the dispatchers, who is a super baker.  It was delicious!

Best of all, though, is that Casey is coming home early from work to have dinner with me.  We’re going to play games and hang out and it’s going to be grand.

If my twenty-eighth year is anything like today, it should be pretty fantastic!