Today is the anniversary of my expulsion from my mother’s uterus. This is such an important date that I have forgotten my own birthday countless times these past few weeks. Oddly enough, there are other things on my mind.
Since I’m the Princess (pause for gagging) I’m usually all over March 23rd like sugar on a Peep. In past years, the plans for celebrating this date have come months ahead of time. So this year when my friends didn’t get their invites in November, they said “Hey, what are we doing for your birthday?”
Matt had a bowling banquet thingy tonight to which I said, “Great. Go! I’ll have dinner out with my mom.” Even my mom couldn’t believe my laxidasical attitude and said, “Because I often know you better than you know yourself, are you really OK with this?” I searched my soul and thought, “God yes!” So I turned 38. Big deal. I have a wedding to plan and dress size to drop.
Not to mention a birthday cake like THIS to avoid:

(That’s last year’s cake. My mom doesn’t do subtle especially when it comes to my birthday cake. When one doesn’t celebrate Easter where else are you going to put your Peeps?)
But then yesterday a little voice said, “Mom, we’re having a party for you right?” And I realized that even if I want to ignore good ol March 23rd, I can’t. So by having lunch with two great girlfriends and their kids (because seriously, who knows how to party better than a 3 and 4 year old?) a pedicure, shopping with my ma and a party with everyone there, including Mr. Kingpin, it will be a great day.
But! In lieu of cards and gifts, do me one favor? Just for today, no one argue about the new Health Care Reform. Tomorrow you can go back to slinging mud as only we Americans can do to each other, but for today? Zip it. Be nice. And find something, ANYTHING, to agree on. For me?
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