Well, it's over. I hate to say FINALLY... but I need to re-coup. As usual, my body betrayed me. Tuesday, the 27th, was my 33rd birthday. Jesse decided after I opened my gift to take me shopping, then out to dinner. It was great. I felt ok, but as with almost any kind of exertion, I fought a headache all day. On Wednesday, my wonderful girlfriends threw me a little birthday beach bash. We laid at the edge of the water, sipping our "grown-up" punch, watching all the kiddies playing in the ocean. Soon after...it starting raining! Like monsoon rain. Luckily my girls were smart enough to set up a tent. So we all huddled together on wet, sandy blankets under the tent and ate cupcakes. Yup, all 13 of us...it was so cozy. The kids had a blast playing football in the sand during the downpour though. Really, that's all that matters. The kids happiness. It did eventually stop though, and back to clear, blue skies and sweltering heat. That's Florida for ya. It's so hot right now, the only way one would even want to be outside is to be in or near the water. Thank goodness, I have both a pool and the beach nearby. Last night was the end of the celebrations. Dinner at my mom's, with the family. And, if you all remember, I do share a birthday with my sis. It was nice, although family gatherings definately always throw me into a tizzy! We are a loud group of people. By 8pm, I was dying to go home. I needed that peace and quiet...and darkness and ice packs and medicine!!! I don't want to live my whole life like a hermit, or a recluse....but EVERYTIME I think I am feeling better to live normally, it bites me in the ass. I spent the majority of my night on my bathroom floor, sick as hell and in agony.