24 Down, 83 To Go

(yes, i'm aiming for the magic age of 107 and i intend to get there by continuing my health regimen of Eat Whatever, Do Little Else)

As predicted, i had a super-duper birthday. A not-so-surprise party sealed the deal (my suspicions were confirmed when Josh began cleaning the apt then told me to take $10, leave, and not come back til 5:30). A chili-pepper pinata provided a hundred more parties shaped and tasting like candy. Perhaps the best b-day gift was the relief that MonsterCat didn't sink his teeth into any of the guests... except Hiroshi, who's a ninja and can handle even the most ferocious attackers. i dare say it was such a good birthday that i don't think i'll need to celebrate until the requisite September 21. (this does not rule out September 17th, all you San Diegans)

Thanks to everyone who emailed, called, and otherwise celebrated with me!

kal