The birthday rules

by Cellobella on Monday, October 27, 2008 · 20 comments

Dear Hugamuga and Dippity,

This is what I expect on my birthday.  

Be aware this is the minimum requirement of you, feel free to exceed expectations.

1.  I expect you to enter my bedroom (after knocking) and wish me a happy birthday before I get up.   Cup of black tea optional but welcome.

2.  I expect a card, handmade or bought, with a loving wish.

3.  I expect not to have to nag you all day to clean up after yourselves or to contribute to the general tidiness of the house.

That’s it.


Your mother


Yes, it’s my birthday.  Groover somehow managed to find a dress that fits me perfectly with the perfect hemlength.  Totally impressive, especially because I really didn’t want to have to iron on my birthday and some serious wardrobe gazing was before me had I got the pool lounger I asked for.

I also received a lovely pair of silver earings, an ipod nano and a voucher for a facial and product from Jurlique, lots of text messages and phone calls and generally I felt loved. :)

I do like having to work on my birthday. First of all we have a thing where the birthday person has to bring in a cake.

This is a fine thing.

It alerts everyone that it’s your birthday and you always have a cake YOU like on your birthday.

When I came home my little darlings had rallied and I was greeted with a clean(ish) house, another charm for my Pandora bracelet and a homemade card.

Then we all went out to dinner.

All this and I’m STILL in my early 40s.


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