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It's My Birthday

As the anniversary of my birth has drawn near, my children keep reminding me by yelling at odd intervals, "It's your birthday this month!" or "It's your birthday next week!" and my all time favorite, "You're getting older!"

My response was always, "I don't have birthdays anymore"

Last night I spent a great deal of time cleaning the downstairs bathroom where the kittens have been spending most of their time while learning to use the litter box. I also cleaned the entire main floor and needed to take a muscle relaxant before bedtime for my back. These pills make me groggy in the morning, so the kids were all up before I was and they were happy to have yet another snow day due to our inclement weather.

Around 8:30 in the morning, my son Christopher came into my bedroom bearing a tray with breakfast on it. He'd made French toast, scrambled eggs, toast, yogurt and milk. How sweet of him.
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They all helped me eat it.

It's been a quiet lazy day so far. Lance is on his way home from work and he called to say he's sick so we'll be staying in tonight. We're also supposed to get smacked with more snow this afternoon, so that's probably for the best.

Happy Birthday to me.

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  1. Happy Birthday to you! Snuggle in with the family and enjoy what is left of your special day. Stay warm!

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  2. Yes, yes, yes, happy birthday I suppose.

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  3. Belatedly, happy birthday! With a little more gusto than Vicus managed, I hope.

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  4. Sweet Pammy, happy birthday to you my sweetheart.

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  5. Have a really fun day, and may a trip to Starbucks for some hot chocolate and buttermilk coffee cake be involved. If the roads aren't too bad.

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