Today is my 40th birthday.

This is what welcomed me today when I got to work:

And this is how my office looked:

Eric’s singing birthday mouse was on my desk. You’re supposed to push his foot and he sings happy birthday. But when I pushed his foot, at first, he started singing merrily, then his battery began to die and he sounded more like he was being possessed by thousands of little evil mice demons who wanted to inhabit his little mouse soul:

I have an aversion to the 60s decade. I don’t like anything about the 60s but the civil rights movement. I think the 60s is a decade that is over-hyped, over promoted and full of crap. So the lovely people I work with decided to use this against me by making posters featuring my face and sayings like “FLOWER POWER” AND “MAKE LOVE NOT WAR”

oh … those wiley co-workers of mine:

Now, not only were these posters in my office, but they were all over the entire building of The Daily News. But frankly? I really like seeing my face plastered everywhere and I’m wondering why I haven’t surrounded myself with pictures of myself before … I mean really. I’m pretty and great and pretty great.

Roselee channeled by Grandma Bena and made the best birthday cake ever … it says “Happy Birthday Cyndi Timmi” on it. It’s symbolic of my friendship with Cyndi. We’re both blondes, about the same age and stunningly gorgeous, so people confuse us all the time. I’m always referred to as Cyndi and she is as Timmi. Here’s the super delicious cake:

here I am with my hat:

It’s been a wonderful day so far … every day should be my birthday.