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My friends are obsessed with jammies.

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First, there are my friends at work.  At Noble Publishing Superpower, we are granted a telecommute day or two a week.  From numerous conversations that I've had with my fellow telecommuters, the biggest draw of the telecommute day is the ability to work in our jammies.

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Epic tales of Working in Jammies are spun to new employees who have to wait an entire 6 months before they are eligible for telecommuting.  The new employees nearly drool over the anticipation of the 6 months that suddenly feels like an eternity.  Forget the steady salary, the bonuses, the benefits, and the great culture.  What can possibly outshine Working in Jammies?

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What is it about PJs that cause grownups to drool?  Is it because jammies make us feel comforted and nurtured as we did when we were children?  If you were a good girl or boy and put on your jammies when asked the first time, then you might win the right to curl up on the sofa with a warm glass of milk and cookies?

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Mmmmmmmm . . . . That memory lane ritual does it for me.  It was a loooooooong, eye-crossing day at work today, and I could use a bit of jammies, cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.

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My friend, Dawn, (you might remember her as <strong><a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/05/day-19-poolside-palm-reading/" target="_blank">Sister Dawn Catherine</a></strong>) (no, she's not a nun) (but she was schooled by nuns)  (and the memories are not as warm &amp; fuzzy as the milk &amp; cookies) recently celebrated her birthday.

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Dawn is Queen of Birthdays.  Unlike other women past the age of 29 who start to dread their birthday with each passing year, Dawn greets birthday after birthday with glee.  Kind of like someone else we know who's blogger initials are LB and whose real life initials are MD.  This is one of the many reason why Dawn and I are lifelong friends.  We speak each other's birthday language.

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This year Dawn planned her own Birthday Brunch.  She invited us girls over for a breakfasty-lunchy feast.  Dawn is World's Best 2nd Grade Teacher.  This career choice translates to Uber-Nurturing personality both inside and outside of the classroom.  Yes, the BIRTHDAY GIRL cooked for US as a celebration of HER birthday, and somehow we selfish wenches allowed it.  Because it's Mama Dawn (her alternate nickname), and it feels oh so good to be pampered and loved.

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Dawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.

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We happily obliged.

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Because it's Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.

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For showing up at noon in our jammies, we were rewarded with not only milk &amp; cookies, but with waffles, eggs, bacon, muffins, chocolate, fruit, bagels, cinnamon rolls, and a few other delights that I can't remember because I've celebrated 42 birthdays and this is what happens to your brain at 42, you 29 year-olds who think 30 is old.  ;-)

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Oh, yeah.  And I had to purchase my first set of "cheaters" a few weeks ago.  They're hottie ones in the style of <a href="http://www.lisaloeb.com/" target="_blank"><strong>Lisa Loeb</strong>,</a> but still.  Just you wait, 29ers.  Just you wait.

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All of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I'm off to put on my jammies.

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But before I go . . .

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And before you're too freaked out, 29ers . . . .

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(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)

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Allow me to let you in on another secret.  I wouldn't go back to 29 for anything.  And each year I am still ecstatic over my birthday.

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You'll see what I mean when you get there.  It's well worth the wait.

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Who is part of the Jammy Brigade?  Share your favorite jammies rituals below in the comments section.  Even though the milk &amp; cookies thing never gets old, I'm always open to new ideas in the name of self-care.

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