Few happy returns

I awoke to an empty house this morning.
I had to drive to work, which meant I arrived in a bad mood.
Work was pretty stressfull.
I sweated in the gym - it's almost bikini season! (and people in bikinis
will laugh at me if I don't drop a few pounds. Must be careful not to pick
them up again)
I spent three frustrating hours stripping wallpaper. Last night it was five
hours.
The house is still empty.
I have just poured myself a glass of wine.

It is my birthday.



I'm being positive. It means I can eat, drink and scratch what i like. (I am currently doing all three)
Whooppeee!!