Today?  Is a VERY important day.  One which you should ALL be celebrating.  For today?  Is the day in which the world became a tad bit funnier.  Wittier.  Prettier, if you will.


So by all means, commence with the Parades!  Balloons!  Cupcakes! Gifts Galore!  (And yes, I did get the pretty pretty purse – but as a present from Maggy, saving me from being forever doomed to buy my own birthday present from the Big Man.)

But, for the love of a good cupcake, DO NOT THROW ME A SURPRISE PARTY.

I WILL show up without a bra on.  On purpose.  This time.

Ahh, sweet birthday memories…

Let’s start at the very beginning, shall we?
I was in college, working my butt off during the summer to be able to pay for the next semester’s tuition/housing/beer.  Since the Big Man was away learning how to save the world at the time, I was planning on working a 12hour shift, going home, and going to bed.  Not that that was what I wanted to do.  But I suck at planning my own birthday celebrations.  And I just wasn’t up to it again that summer.  (Case & Point: This year?  We celebrated by going out to dinner.  A week ago.  Because the Big Man had a gift card.  And a coupon.  Which we had to use before it expired last Thursday.)

So that is what I did.  I ran all over campus in heels coordinating the behind-the-scenes details for summer conferences, then limped home to heat up a pasta bowl, and got ready for bed.  Just as I was all comfy in my sweats, curled up with a book and ready for a good sulk, Maggy called.

Apparently she needed my assistance in picking up a TV from a friend who was only in town THAT night.  (Which, oddly, is not an odd scenario from her, so it was totally believable.)  She couldn’t lift it on her own.  She was pulling the friend/i-roomed-with-you-for-a-year-and-didn’t-kill-you card.  I had to go.

So I went.  In my sweats.  Sans bra.  Why would I need a bra?  I was just going to help her lift a TV.  And as I was all-but-engaged at the time, there was no need to make sure the girls were high & perky under my giant sweatshirt.

I had no clue.

Not even when we pulled up to the local wing place instead of, I don’t know, Somebody’s House.  We just had to go in and pick up the guy whose TV we were picking up.  Sure.  Why not??

(Did I mention I was tired that night?  And possibly suffering from a lobotomy?)

As I walked in, I looked over at a large, loud group and noticed I knew some of them.  Then I noticed I knew some more of them.  HUH – there, sitting at a large table with an empty chair at the head of it, was EVERYONE I knew from work.  Including my boss AND his boss.

It was at that moment, as they all shouted SURPRISE, that it dawned on me.

I was at a Surprise Party!
For Me!



WTH am I Doing? June 23, 2010 at 7:56 pm

OMG. I'm a D(+) and…well…I hope it was a thick, bulky sweatshirt! LoL

Domesticated Gal June 23, 2010 at 4:29 pm

Yeah…not sure I got away with it either. DD's are hard to hide – let's just say it was a REALLY big sweatshirt, and I spent a LOT of the evening with my arms crossed over my chest….

Heather June 23, 2010 at 3:59 pm

That is great! I would never get away with no bra! lol…I am a hostess with the most-ess! Have a GREAT Birthday!

Tennessee Mom June 23, 2010 at 2:35 pm

Happy Birthday! I know its not much, but I have a present for you over at my place :)

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