My birthday was yesterday. And I partied like it was my birthday. And by partied, I mean eating bowls of chicken and stars soup. I was sick, but there was a party in my tummy. As Yo Gabba Gabba would say. On top of that, it was gloomy and cold outside. What happened to our beautiful spring? It didn't care about my day of birth. Freals. Other than those two lame contributors, it was a nice and relaxing day. I figured I'd rest up for this weekend. Margaritas and cake? Anyone?