Happy Birthday to me!

So today was my birthday. I’m now 40 years old. It’s a big one though doesn’t feel like it. Just another number I guess.

I took off from work for today. Picked up my cake from Wegmans, and just did some laundry and read mostly. Poked about online and watched some TV as well.

Had beef stew for dinner as I usually do which my mom makes. Was awesome as usual. Obviously for desert the cake.

Had gifts as well. My mom gave me a card and some stuff from her and my dad: a body pillow for my bed, some American Girl doll clothes for my Kirsten doll, a plush version doll of Kirsten, and a plush of a ferret as a hot dog. My sister got me a card as well as a bell for sisters, a brooch with a rose on it, and a fairy Precious Moments figurine. Also got a card from a manager from work who retired like a year ago. Surprised she remembered. Will probably call or write her tomorrow.

One thing to add. This happened yesterday when I was leaving work. After exiting the lobby at McDonalds there’s an entryway you go through. In the one I usually go out to leave was a white feather. Now, I’m sure most people would think it’s nothing. But I like to think it was maybe an Angel feather, possibly from my brother (he died like four or five years ago). He usually seems to come around around my birthday. My mom is good at sensing that stuff. She usually can smell him. I did smell him one of the nights last week, though I had thought it was just a smell, but my mom said it was him. Wouldn’t surprise me. My mom always claimed I was his favorite. Regardless, it was nice if it was him.