The above is how you say “Happy Birthday, Cimmy” in Hawaiian. The main reason for that is that today is my birthday. I was born forty-three years ago, today. Much of my birthday seemed to have a sort of Hawaiian theme. For my birthday dinner, I had home made Hawaiian style pizza with red bell peppers that jak made for me. For my present, I got two sets of Hawaiian coral beads (necklace and bracelet set) one red and one black, a wooden hair pick with a large Hawaiian flower on it, and a nice Hawaiian print apron to wear in the kitchen (along with $70 to spend at Catherine’s which is a clothing boutique for big girls). My cake was a cherry cheesecake that I made myself. Personally, I thought it came out rather grainy, but it’s still very delicious, so it’s not a total loss. Anyway, every time someone has asked me how old I am today, I have smilingly told them that I am ten. Honestly, I think that, somewhere inside me, that’s how old my inner child is. On the whole, I’d say, even considering the wind and the threat of rain today, it’s been a pretty awesome day. Now, I’m gonna go round things out by allowing my husband to scratch an itch that only he can scratch with any amount of success. Sleep well.