Go ahead and throw confetti. Okay. We're done.
Besides the kids being really excited about my birthday, it's a regular day. I took my shower too late to enjoy warm water which left me with a non-steamy bathroom when I got out. The mirror reflected my nakedness and, frankly, I thought I looked pretty darn good even for a woman of my age. I know, social faux pas to admit that publicly, but there it is.
As per routine, the kids don't know that closed doors mean "Do Not Enter" and waltz right in. The 13 year old is baking my cake and walked in (bedroom door then bathroom door) to ask me to get down the bundt cake pan. I started to walk into the hall to get to the kitchen.
"First get dressed!" she yelled.
I turned and looked at her. Her eyes were averted and her cheeks were red. "It's my birthday and I am wearing my birthday suit."
Just then my 5 year old entered my sanctum. "Mom, you need to get dressed so people won't be scared when they come over."