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It's My Birthday

Go ahead and throw confetti.  Okay.  We're done.

Besides the kids being really excited about my birthday, it's a regular day.  I took my shower too late to enjoy warm water which left me with a non-steamy bathroom when I got out.  The mirror reflected my nakedness and, frankly, I thought I looked pretty darn good even for a woman of my age. I know, social faux pas to admit that publicly, but there it is.

As per routine, the kids don't know that closed doors mean "Do Not Enter" and waltz right in.  The 13 year old is baking my cake and walked in (bedroom door then bathroom door) to ask me to get down the bundt cake pan.  I started to walk into the hall to get to the kitchen.

"First get dressed!" she yelled.

I turned and looked at her.  Her eyes were averted and her cheeks were red.  "It's my birthday and I am wearing my birthday suit." 


Just then my 5 year old entered my sanctum. "Mom, you need to get dressed so people won't be scared when they come over."


Ouch.

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  1. Happy birthday! You don't look a day over 62.

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  2. My kids are always getting on my case to get dressed (even if I have a bra on) and when I say I have the same equipment as everyone else, they insist they don't want to see mine. As you said, Ouch!

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  3. LOL! Happy Birthday! My son is going to be two and has discovered running through the doors is slightly open. So doors are always slamming in my house.

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  4. The Mister has forbidden The Boy from entering our inner sanctum. At first, I thought it was a weird request, but I'm warming up to it.

    Nice to know there's a place I can go and will not be bugged - now, if I could prohibit The Boy from knocking on the door when the door is closed, I'd have it made.

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  5. Happy Birthday,Nancy, birthday suit and all!

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  6. Happy Birthday young lady and yes you do have a enviable body.

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  7. bwahaha...you wear your birthday suit with pride! Hope you had a fantastic birthday :)

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  8. LOL I love your little boy! and its scary how similiar he is with mine! Hope you had a wonderful day!

    (And yes it is Michelle from the old neighborhood. Sorry to be so late in confirming your suspicions.)

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  9. hey, throwing confetti ... 4 days late. I want my wishes to stand out... yeah, that's it...

    so

    HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

    but i think i hit you on f/b...

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