It’s here.
Not quite sure how I feel about this right now.
“Now, I don’t want any candles on my cake. It’ll look like the burning of Atlanta!”
~from the Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood
On second thought, I’ll just stay 39 a couple of years longer.
Fiddle Dee Dee by Jennifer Jones 
They don't even package enough candles in a box for my birthdays, so I just pick random numbers to celebrate. This year it was 21 (that was a good year), next year maybe 50. Have a good day.
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Yes, and just imagine it at my age — WW III or something. I like Marti's idea. Happy Birthday, Jen!
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Happy Birthday, Jen! Celebrate every year – each one means you've lived!
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