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Tomorrow is my birthday. I'll be 41 (going on 12). I was going to write a huge entry about life and happiness and what I had learned over the year but really, do you want to be bored to death with my philosophies on life? Instead, here are some funny facts about me.

I once took a whole jar of fireflies into the movie theater and let them go.

I told my grade school teacher that no one talked like they did in the Dick and Jane books so I refused to read that way. I got sent to the principal's office for being disrespectful.

I quit the girl scouts when they started making us eat healthy snacks.

My teenage and college years were a blur-and I would like to keep it that way

I stole a free door (this is very long and funny story, it must be told in person, over drinks)

I cry at John Denver's Annie song

I love champagne and cheeseburgers.

I make no apologies for my eating, drinking, burping or farting habits.

I've broken my ribs, both ankles, fingers and my elbow. I'm sure I've broken other things, among them, my head, which is why I can't remember what else I have broken.

I'm the funniest person I know

I love my husband and pups more than my own life. 

Everything in life should be candy colors, actually, everything in life should be candy.

I still haven't figured out my life, and I like it that way.

I'm pretty sure I've bored you to tears by now.