I turned fifty this weekend.

There was a party and it was a hot time, as you can see by this picture of Emily bringing in the Nancy cake with a whole lotta candles:

Hot Flash on a Plate

Hot Flash on a Plate

This cake had so many candles, it was like a hot flash on a plate.   I am pleased to say I blew them all out in one breath because, well, I have a nice set of lungs.

And I thought – you don’t even need to make a wish because look around:  everything a person could ever want or need was right there.