Normally I don't go around telling people, "hey, guess what it's my birthday!". I find that irritating. I also find it irritating when it is your birthday and you don't tell me. You can't win, so don't try. Did I just let the cat out of the bag? Surprise, I'm a brat. Don't worry, I drive myself crazy. So its seems like just yesterday I was turning 30. One blink and BAM I am 30 again. What do you know. Now I know you have all been counting down the last 365 shopping days to my birthday. I know what to get me? Hmmmm! I have a wonderful birthday gift you can give me. (I know how kind of me to make it so easy on you). In honor of my birthday consider making a donation towards my run in June. Click HERE to make a donation to help find a cure for Juvenile Dermatomyositis. Now if I run into you, don't let it get all awkward when I ask, "soooo, where's my present?". You will be able to say I got you a present. I am helping finding a cure. Well won't that just shut me right up. And if you really feel like getting me more, *shrugs*, I will take a case of wine and a case of wrinkle cream. Great Thanks.