Party Like A (38-Year-Old) Rock Star

I had a ridiculously awesome birthday yesterday. I can't say thank you enough to everyone who made it great. In a nutshell, I:

• woke up and went downstairs to find roses, streamers and balloons on the kitchen table;
• found my email and Facebook page loaded with birthday wishes - what sweet people y'all are!
• got a great 80-minute massage at this spa (thanks to a couple of gift certificates from wonderful people);
• got my annual "Happy Birthday" phone call from my mom precisely at 10:46 a.m. (can't wait to do this to the Princesses - aka "my alarm clock babies" when they're in college - at 12:20 a.m. and 3:11 a.m. respectively. Hee hee.)
• had a lovely lunch with the always entertaining Nancy - and had this dessert;
• picked up a great new book;
• took said book to the pool and kicked back under a big umbrella for a couple of hours of reading (and a short but highly satisfying catnap);
• went home and sacked out on the couch until the Princesses and my personal Prince Charming came in - without a doubt the best way to wake up;
• ate a massive cheeseburger personally (and perfectly) prepared by the Prince;
• topped that off with a large piece of Maggie's Mud cake; then
• had the Princesses roll me upstairs to bed, where the Prince rubbed my feet until I went to sleep - and then he went down and cleaned the kitchen. And didn't want noogie afterward.

Ah, it's good to be the Queen.