Happy Birthday Mom!
Per tradition giant red roses have been delivered from me and Deeps - and I've been sure to apprise her of the following facts:
* She doesn't look a day over 29.
* She's the youngest mom at school.
* I figured I'd save the automatic litter box for a more appropriate occasion, like Christmas.
My mother was a wee lass when I was born, having just turned 21 a few months before I arrived. That made her one of the, if not the, youngest mom of any my friends growing up. Also I remember when she was 29 (I was just 8) that she said she's never get older than 29. I think we celebrated several 29th birthdays. For all I know, she might think she's only 43 or something. She's not - because that would make me like 22 and that just isn't true. I can do some things with product, but I'm not a miracle worker.
Happy Birthday!
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There's not a darn thing wrong with celebrating the anniversary of your 29th birthday! Actually, 51 is not so bad. The roses were lovely and again, thank you! I'm still enjoying them!! Love, Mom