Happy Birthday to Me... (okay, a day late and a dollar short, but who's counting?)

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what
I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...

(Okay, so maybe I'm not nearly as tramatic as these song lyrics might imply - but I thought it was a great song to use for the day.)

By the way... I think Jason made a big "oops" on my birthday gift last night.
Pass ball?
Ouch.

That had to hurt.