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Sunday, March 27, 2011
My special day
I faintly remember a time when my birthday was all about me. These days, it's all about keeping my kids' fingers off of the candles and out of my ice cream cake.
At least they still let me open my own presents.
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I faintly remember a time when my birthday was all about me. These days, it's all about keeping my kids' fingers off of the candles and out of my ice cream cake.
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