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WINTER OLYMPICS.  DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE TO YOU???\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe local Italian radio station recounted incident upon incident of crazy, never-before-seen snow havoc.  After the radio announcer announced (and I am not exaggerating in my translation), \"I think that\'s really enough for the moment\" and broke away to \"<strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr6EldSFwOI\" target=\"_blank\">Blue Skies</a></strong>\", Romeo Mio and I decided to go for a scenic drive up to <strong><a href=\"http://www.sacradisanmichele.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Sacra di San Michele</a>, </strong>an ancient abby built circa 966 AD.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWeather Schmeather!  After all, if it were really <em>that bad</em>, the Italians would close the roads, right?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHere is the view of the road that day.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBy the time we reached the grounds of Sacra di San Michele, the temperature was 19 degrees fahrenheit with a strong wind.  What would be your guess -- 10 degrees with the wind chill factor?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe were the lone ones up there with the exception of the snow truck guy.  I wonder why.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe mist was so thick that we couldn\'t see the peak of the Abby.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9438\" title=\"P1010172\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010172-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe extreme conditions didn\'t detract from our pilgrimage.  The numbing cold, wind, and lack of visibility made our experience that more special and sacred.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Photo du Jour:  I\'m in Italia, not Siberia.','','inherit','open','open','','9436-revision-4','','','2012-02-03 10:42:49','2012-02-03 09:42:49','',9436,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/03/9436-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(9443,1,'2012-02-03 10:47:39','2012-02-03 09:47:39','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9437\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9437\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9437\" title=\"P1010175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010175-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nNorthern Italy was slammed with a snowstorm more powerful than native Romeo Mio had ever witnessed in or around Torino.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI was more than a little bit confused, considering Torino was the host of the 2006 WINTER OLYMPICS.  DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE TO YOU???\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe local Italian radio station recounted incident upon incident of crazy, never-before-seen snow havoc.  After the radio announcer declared (and I am not exaggerating in my translation), \"I think that\'s really enough for the moment\" and broke away to \"<strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr6EldSFwOI\" target=\"_blank\">Blue Skies</a></strong>\", Romeo Mio and I decided to go for a scenic drive up to <strong><a href=\"http://www.sacradisanmichele.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Sacra di San Michele</a>, </strong>an ancient abby built circa 966 AD.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWeather Schmeather!  After all, if it were really <em>that bad</em>, the Italians would close the roads, right?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHere is the view of the road through our eyes that day.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBy the time we reached the grounds of Sacra di San Michele, the temperature was 19 degrees fahrenheit with a strong wind.  What would be your guess -- 10 degrees with the wind chill factor?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWe were the lone ones up there with the exception of the snow truck guy.  I wonder why.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe mist was so thick that we couldn\'t see the peak of the Abby.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9438\" title=\"P1010172\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010172-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" />\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe extreme conditions didn\'t detract from our pilgrimage.  The numbing cold, wind, and lack of visibility made our experience that more special and sacred.  A memory of a lifetime.','Photo du Jour:  I\'m in Italia, not Siberia.','','inherit','open','open','','9436-revision-5','','','2012-02-03 10:47:39','2012-02-03 09:47:39','',9436,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/03/9436-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(9447,1,'2012-02-03 10:48:40','2012-02-03 09:48:40','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9437\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9437\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9437\" title=\"P1010175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010175-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nNorthern Italy was slammed with a snowstorm more powerful than native Romeo Mio had ever witnessed in or around Torino.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI was more than a little bit confused, considering Torino was the host of the 2006 WINTER OLYMPICS.  DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE TO YOU???\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe local Italian radio station recounted incident upon incident of crazy, never-before-seen snow havoc.  After the radio announcer declared (and I am not exaggerating in my translation), \"I think that\'s really enough for the moment\" and broke away to \"<strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr6EldSFwOI\" target=\"_blank\">Blue Skies</a></strong>\", Romeo Mio and I decided to go for a scenic drive up to <strong><a href=\"http://www.sacradisanmichele.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Sacra di San Michele</a>, </strong>an ancient abby built circa 966 AD.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWeather Schmeather!  After all, if it were really <em>that bad</em>, the Italians would close the roads, right?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHere is the view of the road through our eyes that day.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBy the time we reached the grounds of Sacra di San Michele, the temperature was 19 degrees fahrenheit with a strong wind.  What would be your guess -- 10 degrees with the wind chill factor?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWe were the lone ones up there with the exception of the snow truck guy.  I wonder why.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe mist was so thick that we couldn\'t see the peak of the Abby.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9438\" title=\"P1010172\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010172-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" />\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe extreme conditions didn\'t detract from our pilgrimage.  The numbing cold, wind, and lack of visibility made our experience that more special.  A sacred memory of a lifetime.','Photo du Jour:  I\'m in Italia, not Siberia.','','inherit','open','open','','9436-revision-9','','','2012-02-03 10:48:40','2012-02-03 09:48:40','',9436,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/03/9436-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(9444,1,'2012-02-03 10:47:44','2012-02-03 09:47:44','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9437\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9437\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9437\" title=\"P1010175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010175-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNorthern Italy was slammed with a snowstorm more powerful than native Romeo Mio had ever witnessed in or around Torino.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI was more than a little bit confused, considering Torino was the host of the 2006 WINTER OLYMPICS.  DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE TO YOU???\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe local Italian radio station recounted incident upon incident of crazy, never-before-seen snow havoc.  After the radio announcer declared (and I am not exaggerating in my translation), \"I think that\'s really enough for the moment\" and broke away to \"<strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr6EldSFwOI\" target=\"_blank\">Blue Skies</a></strong>\", Romeo Mio and I decided to go for a scenic drive up to <strong><a href=\"http://www.sacradisanmichele.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Sacra di San Michele</a>, </strong>an ancient abby built circa 966 AD.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWeather Schmeather!  After all, if it were really <em>that bad</em>, the Italians would close the roads, right?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHere is the view of the road through our eyes that day.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBy the time we reached the grounds of Sacra di San Michele, the temperature was 19 degrees fahrenheit with a strong wind.  What would be your guess -- 10 degrees with the wind chill factor?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe were the lone ones up there with the exception of the snow truck guy.  I wonder why.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe mist was so thick that we couldn\'t see the peak of the Abby.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9438\" title=\"P1010172\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010172-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe extreme conditions didn\'t detract from our pilgrimage.  The numbing cold, wind, and lack of visibility made our experience that more special and sacred.  A memory of a lifetime.','Photo du Jour:  I\'m in Italia, not Siberia.','','inherit','open','open','','9436-revision-6','','','2012-02-03 10:47:44','2012-02-03 09:47:44','',9436,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/03/9436-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(9445,1,'2012-02-03 10:47:44','2012-02-03 09:47:44','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9437\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9437\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9437\" title=\"P1010175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010175-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNorthern Italy was slammed with a snowstorm more powerful than native Romeo Mio had ever witnessed in or around Torino.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI was more than a little bit confused, considering Torino was the host of the 2006 WINTER OLYMPICS.  DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE TO YOU???\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe local Italian radio station recounted incident upon incident of crazy, never-before-seen snow havoc.  After the radio announcer declared (and I am not exaggerating in my translation), \"I think that\'s really enough for the moment\" and broke away to \"<strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr6EldSFwOI\" target=\"_blank\">Blue Skies</a></strong>\", Romeo Mio and I decided to go for a scenic drive up to <strong><a href=\"http://www.sacradisanmichele.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Sacra di San Michele</a>, </strong>an ancient abby built circa 966 AD.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWeather Schmeather!  After all, if it were really <em>that bad</em>, the Italians would close the roads, right?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHere is the view of the road through our eyes that day.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBy the time we reached the grounds of Sacra di San Michele, the temperature was 19 degrees fahrenheit with a strong wind.  What would be your guess -- 10 degrees with the wind chill factor?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe were the lone ones up there with the exception of the snow truck guy.  I wonder why.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe mist was so thick that we couldn\'t see the peak of the Abby.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9438\" title=\"P1010172\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010172-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe extreme conditions didn\'t detract from our pilgrimage.  The numbing cold, wind, and lack of visibility made our experience that more special and sacred.  A memory of a lifetime.','Photo du Jour:  I\'m in Italia, not Siberia.','','inherit','open','open','','9436-revision-7','','','2012-02-03 10:47:44','2012-02-03 09:47:44','',9436,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/03/9436-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(9446,1,'2012-02-03 10:48:12','2012-02-03 09:48:12','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9437\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9437\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9437\" title=\"P1010175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010175-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNorthern Italy was slammed with a snowstorm more powerful than native Romeo Mio had ever witnessed in or around Torino.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI was more than a little bit confused, considering Torino was the host of the 2006 WINTER OLYMPICS.  DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE TO YOU???\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe local Italian radio station recounted incident upon incident of crazy, never-before-seen snow havoc.  After the radio announcer declared (and I am not exaggerating in my translation), \"I think that\'s really enough for the moment\" and broke away to \"<strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr6EldSFwOI\" target=\"_blank\">Blue Skies</a></strong>\", Romeo Mio and I decided to go for a scenic drive up to <strong><a href=\"http://www.sacradisanmichele.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Sacra di San Michele</a>, </strong>an ancient abby built circa 966 AD.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWeather Schmeather!  After all, if it were really <em>that bad</em>, the Italians would close the roads, right?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHere is the view of the road through our eyes that day.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBy the time we reached the grounds of Sacra di San Michele, the temperature was 19 degrees fahrenheit with a strong wind.  What would be your guess -- 10 degrees with the wind chill factor?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe were the lone ones up there with the exception of the snow truck guy.  I wonder why.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe mist was so thick that we couldn\'t see the peak of the Abby.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9438\" title=\"P1010172\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010172-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe extreme conditions didn\'t detract from our pilgrimage.  The numbing cold, wind, and lack of visibility made our experience that more special.  A sacred memory of a lifetime.','Photo du Jour:  I\'m in Italia, not Siberia.','','inherit','open','open','','9436-revision-8','','','2012-02-03 10:48:12','2012-02-03 09:48:12','',9436,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/03/9436-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(9449,1,'2012-02-03 10:50:21','2012-02-03 09:50:21','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9437\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9437\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9437\" title=\"P1010175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010175-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nNorthern Italy was slammed with a snowstorm more powerful than native Romeo Mio had ever witnessed in or around Torino.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI was more than a little bit confused, considering Torino was the host of the 2006 WINTER OLYMPICS.  DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE TO YOU???\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe local Italian radio station recounted incident upon incident of crazy, never-before-seen snow havoc.  After the radio announcer declared (and I am not exaggerating in my translation), \"I think that\'s really enough for the moment\" and broke away to \"<strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr6EldSFwOI\" target=\"_blank\">Blue Skies</a></strong>\", Romeo Mio and I decided to go for a scenic drive up to <strong><a href=\"http://www.sacradisanmichele.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Sacra di San Michele</a>, </strong>an ancient abby built circa 966 AD.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWeather Schmeather!  After all, if it were really <em>that bad</em>, the Italians would close the roads, right?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHere is the view of the road through our eyes that day.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBy the time we reached the grounds of Sacra di San Michele, the temperature was 19 degrees fahrenheit with a strong wind.  What would be your guess -- 10 degrees with the wind chill factor?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWe were the lone ones up there with the exception of the snow truck guy.  I wonder why.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe mist was so thick that we couldn\'t see the peak of the Abby.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9438\" title=\"P1010172\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010172-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" />\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe extreme conditions didn\'t detract from our pilgrimage.  The numbing cold, wind, and lack of visibility made our experience that more special.  A sacred memory of a lifetime.','Photo du Jour:  I\'m in Italia, not Siberia.','','inherit','open','open','','9436-revision-11','','','2012-02-03 10:50:21','2012-02-03 09:50:21','',9436,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/03/9436-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(9448,1,'2012-02-03 10:48:49','2012-02-03 09:48:49','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9437\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9437\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9437\" title=\"P1010175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010175-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNorthern Italy was slammed with a snowstorm more powerful than native Romeo Mio had ever witnessed in or around Torino.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI was more than a little bit confused, considering Torino was the host of the 2006 WINTER OLYMPICS.  DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE TO YOU???\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe local Italian radio station recounted incident upon incident of crazy, never-before-seen snow havoc.  After the radio announcer declared (and I am not exaggerating in my translation), \"I think that\'s really enough for the moment\" and broke away to \"<strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr6EldSFwOI\" target=\"_blank\">Blue Skies</a></strong>\", Romeo Mio and I decided to go for a scenic drive up to <strong><a href=\"http://www.sacradisanmichele.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Sacra di San Michele</a>, </strong>an ancient abby built circa 966 AD.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWeather Schmeather!  After all, if it were really <em>that bad</em>, the Italians would close the roads, right?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHere is the view of the road through our eyes that day.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBy the time we reached the grounds of Sacra di San Michele, the temperature was 19 degrees fahrenheit with a strong wind.  What would be your guess -- 10 degrees with the wind chill factor?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe were the lone ones up there with the exception of the snow truck guy.  I wonder why.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe mist was so thick that we couldn\'t see the peak of the Abby.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9438\" title=\"P1010172\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010172-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe extreme conditions didn\'t detract from our pilgrimage.  The numbing cold, wind, and lack of visibility made our experience that more special.  A sacred memory of a lifetime.','Photo du Jour:  I\'m in Italia, not Siberia.','','inherit','open','open','','9436-revision-10','','','2012-02-03 10:48:49','2012-02-03 09:48:49','',9436,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/03/9436-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(9451,1,'2012-02-03 12:28:41','2012-02-03 11:28:41','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9437\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9437\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9437\" title=\"P1010175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010175-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nNorthern Italy was slammed with a snowstorm more powerful than native Romeo Mio had ever witnessed in or around Torino.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI was more than a little bit confused, considering Torino was the host of the 2006 WINTER OLYMPICS.  DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE TO YOU???\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe local Italian radio station recounted incident upon incident of crazy, never-before-seen snow havoc.  After the radio announcer declared (and I am not exaggerating in my translation), \"I think that\'s really enough for the moment\" and broke away to \"<strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr6EldSFwOI\" target=\"_blank\">Blue Skies</a></strong>\", Romeo Mio and I decided to go for a scenic drive up to <strong><a href=\"http://www.sacradisanmichele.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Sacra di San Michele</a>, </strong>an ancient abby built circa 966 AD.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWeather Schmeather!  After all, if it were really <em>that bad</em>, the Italians would close the roads, right?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHere is the view of the road through our eyes that day.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBy the time we reached the grounds of Sacra di San Michele, the temperature was 19 degrees fahrenheit with a strong wind.  What would be your guess -- 10 degrees with the wind chill factor?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWe were the lone ones up there with the exception of the snow truck guy.  I wonder why.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe mist was so thick that we couldn\'t see the peak of the Abby.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9438\" title=\"P1010172\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010172-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" />\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe extreme conditions didn\'t detract from our pilgrimage.  The numbing cold, wind, and lack of visibility made our experience that more special.  A sacred memory of a lifetime.','Photo du Jour:  I\'m in Italia, not Siberia.','','inherit','open','open','','9436-revision-13','','','2012-02-03 12:28:41','2012-02-03 11:28:41','',9436,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/03/9436-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(9450,1,'2012-02-03 12:27:31','2012-02-03 11:27:31','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9437\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9437\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9437\" title=\"P1010175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010175-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNorthern Italy was slammed with a snowstorm more powerful than native Romeo Mio had ever witnessed in or around Torino.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI was more than a little bit confused, considering Torino was the host of the 2006 WINTER OLYMPICS.  DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE TO YOU???\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe local Italian radio station recounted incident upon incident of crazy, never-before-seen snow havoc.  After the radio announcer declared (and I am not exaggerating in my translation), \"I think that\'s really enough for the moment\" and broke away to \"<strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr6EldSFwOI\" target=\"_blank\">Blue Skies</a></strong>\", Romeo Mio and I decided to go for a scenic drive up to <strong><a href=\"http://www.sacradisanmichele.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Sacra di San Michele</a>, </strong>an ancient abby built circa 966 AD.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWeather Schmeather!  After all, if it were really <em>that bad</em>, the Italians would close the roads, right?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHere is the view of the road through our eyes that day.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBy the time we reached the grounds of Sacra di San Michele, the temperature was 19 degrees fahrenheit with a strong wind.  What would be your guess -- 10 degrees with the wind chill factor?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe were the lone ones up there with the exception of the snow truck guy.  I wonder why.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe mist was so thick that we couldn\'t see the peak of the Abby.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9438\" title=\"P1010172\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010172-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe extreme conditions didn\'t detract from our pilgrimage.  The numbing cold, wind, and lack of visibility made our experience that more special.  A sacred memory of a lifetime.','Photo du Jour:  I\'m in Italia, not Siberia.','','inherit','open','open','','9436-revision-12','','','2012-02-03 12:27:31','2012-02-03 11:27:31','',9436,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/03/9436-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(9453,1,'2012-02-03 12:39:46','2012-02-03 11:39:46','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9437\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9437\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9437\" title=\"P1010175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010175-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nNorthern Italy was slammed with a snowstorm more powerful than native Romeo Mio had ever witnessed in or around Torino.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI was more than a little bit confused, considering Torino was the host of the 2006 WINTER OLYMPICS.  DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE TO YOU???\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe local Italian radio station recounted incident upon incident of crazy, never-before-seen snow havoc.  After the radio announcer declared (and I am not exaggerating in my translation), \"I think that\'s really enough for the moment\" and broke away to \"<strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr6EldSFwOI\" target=\"_blank\">Blue Skies</a></strong>\", Romeo Mio and I decided to go for a scenic drive up to <strong><a href=\"http://www.sacradisanmichele.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Sacra di San Michele</a>, </strong>an ancient abby built circa 966 AD.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWeather Schmeather!  After all, if it were really <em>that bad</em>, the Italians would close the roads, right?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHere is the view of the road through our eyes that day.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<iframe width=\"853\" height=\"480\" src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/C_XRzCy875Y\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen></iframe>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBy the time we reached the grounds of Sacra di San Michele, the temperature was 19 degrees fahrenheit with a strong wind.  What would be your guess -- 10 degrees with the wind chill factor?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWe were the lone ones up there with the exception of the snow truck guy.  I wonder why.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe mist was so thick that we couldn\'t see the peak of the Abby.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9438\" title=\"P1010172\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010172-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" />\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe extreme conditions didn\'t detract from our pilgrimage.  The numbing cold, wind, and lack of visibility made our experience that more special.  A sacred memory of a lifetime.','Photo du Jour:  I\'m in Italia, not Siberia.','','inherit','open','open','','9436-revision-15','','','2012-02-03 12:39:46','2012-02-03 11:39:46','',9436,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/03/9436-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(9452,1,'2012-02-03 12:39:33','2012-02-03 11:39:33','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9437\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9437\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9437\" title=\"P1010175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010175-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNorthern Italy was slammed with a snowstorm more powerful than native Romeo Mio had ever witnessed in or around Torino.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI was more than a little bit confused, considering Torino was the host of the 2006 WINTER OLYMPICS.  DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE TO YOU???\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe local Italian radio station recounted incident upon incident of crazy, never-before-seen snow havoc.  After the radio announcer declared (and I am not exaggerating in my translation), \"I think that\'s really enough for the moment\" and broke away to \"<strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr6EldSFwOI\" target=\"_blank\">Blue Skies</a></strong>\", Romeo Mio and I decided to go for a scenic drive up to <strong><a href=\"http://www.sacradisanmichele.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Sacra di San Michele</a>, </strong>an ancient abby built circa 966 AD.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWeather Schmeather!  After all, if it were really <em>that bad</em>, the Italians would close the roads, right?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHere is the view of the road through our eyes that day.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe width=\"853\" height=\"480\" src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/C_XRzCy875Y\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBy the time we reached the grounds of Sacra di San Michele, the temperature was 19 degrees fahrenheit with a strong wind.  What would be your guess -- 10 degrees with the wind chill factor?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe were the lone ones up there with the exception of the snow truck guy.  I wonder why.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe mist was so thick that we couldn\'t see the peak of the Abby.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9438\" title=\"P1010172\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010172-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe extreme conditions didn\'t detract from our pilgrimage.  The numbing cold, wind, and lack of visibility made our experience that more special.  A sacred memory of a lifetime.','Photo du Jour:  I\'m in Italia, not Siberia.','','inherit','open','open','','9436-revision-14','','','2012-02-03 12:39:33','2012-02-03 11:39:33','',9436,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/03/9436-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(9454,1,'2012-02-03 12:40:30','2012-02-03 11:40:30','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9437\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9437\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9437\" title=\"P1010175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010175-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNorthern Italy was slammed with a snowstorm more powerful than native Romeo Mio had ever witnessed in or around Torino.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI was more than a little bit confused, considering Torino was the host of the 2006 WINTER OLYMPICS.  DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE TO YOU???\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe local Italian radio station recounted incident upon incident of crazy, never-before-seen snow havoc.  After the radio announcer declared (and I am not exaggerating in my translation), \"I think that\'s really enough for the moment\" and broke away to \"<strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr6EldSFwOI\" target=\"_blank\">Blue Skies</a></strong>\", Romeo Mio and I decided to go for a scenic drive up to <strong><a href=\"http://www.sacradisanmichele.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Sacra di San Michele</a>, </strong>an ancient abby built circa 966 AD.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWeather Schmeather!  After all, if it were really <em>that bad</em>, the Italians would close the roads, right?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHere is the view of the road through our eyes that day.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe width=\"640\" height=\"360\" src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/C_XRzCy875Y\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBy the time we reached the grounds of Sacra di San Michele, the temperature was 19 degrees fahrenheit with a strong wind.  What would be your guess -- 10 degrees with the wind chill factor?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe were the lone ones up there with the exception of the snow truck guy.  I wonder why.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe mist was so thick that we couldn\'t see the peak of the Abby.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9438\" title=\"P1010172\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010172-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe extreme conditions didn\'t detract from our pilgrimage.  The numbing cold, wind, and lack of visibility made our experience that more special.  A sacred memory of a lifetime.','Photo du Jour:  I\'m in Italia, not Siberia.','','inherit','open','open','','9436-revision-16','','','2012-02-03 12:40:30','2012-02-03 11:40:30','',9436,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/03/9436-revision-16/',0,'revision','',0),(9455,1,'2012-02-03 12:40:30','2012-02-03 11:40:30','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9437\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9437\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9437\" title=\"P1010175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010175-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNorthern Italy was slammed with a snowstorm more powerful than native Romeo Mio had ever witnessed in or around Torino.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI was more than a little bit confused, considering Torino was the host of the 2006 WINTER OLYMPICS.  DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE TO YOU???\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe local Italian radio station recounted incident upon incident of crazy, never-before-seen snow havoc.  After the radio announcer declared (and I am not exaggerating in my translation), \"I think that\'s really enough for the moment\" and broke away to \"<strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr6EldSFwOI\" target=\"_blank\">Blue Skies</a></strong>\", Romeo Mio and I decided to go for a scenic drive up to <strong><a href=\"http://www.sacradisanmichele.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Sacra di San Michele</a>, </strong>an ancient abby built circa 966 AD.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWeather Schmeather!  After all, if it were really <em>that bad</em>, the Italians would close the roads, right?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHere is the view of the road through our eyes that day.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe width=\"640\" height=\"360\" src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/C_XRzCy875Y\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBy the time we reached the grounds of Sacra di San Michele, the temperature was 19 degrees fahrenheit with a strong wind.  What would be your guess -- 10 degrees with the wind chill factor?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe were the lone ones up there with the exception of the snow truck guy.  I wonder why.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe mist was so thick that we couldn\'t see the peak of the Abby.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9438\" title=\"P1010172\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010172-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe extreme conditions didn\'t detract from our pilgrimage.  The numbing cold, wind, and lack of visibility made our experience that more special.  A sacred memory of a lifetime.','Photo du Jour:  I\'m in Italia, not Siberia.','','inherit','open','open','','9436-revision-17','','','2012-02-03 12:40:30','2012-02-03 11:40:30','',9436,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/03/9436-revision-17/',0,'revision','',0),(9456,1,'2012-02-03 12:40:57','2012-02-03 11:40:57','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9437\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9437\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9437\" title=\"P1010175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010175-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNorthern Italy was slammed with a snowstorm more powerful than native Romeo Mio had ever witnessed in or around Torino.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI was more than a little bit confused, considering Torino was the host of the 2006 WINTER OLYMPICS.  DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE TO YOU???\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe local Italian radio station recounted incident upon incident of crazy, never-before-seen snow havoc.  After the radio announcer declared (and I am not exaggerating in my translation), \"I think that\'s really enough for the moment\" and broke away to \"<strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr6EldSFwOI\" target=\"_blank\">Blue Skies</a></strong>\", Romeo Mio and I decided to go for a scenic drive up to <strong><a href=\"http://www.sacradisanmichele.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Sacra di San Michele</a>, </strong>an ancient abby built circa 966 AD.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWeather Schmeather!  After all, if it were really <em>that bad</em>, the Italians would close the roads, right?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHere is the view of the road through our eyes that day.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe width=\"640\" height=\"360\" src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/C_XRzCy875Y\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBy the time we reached the grounds of Sacra di San Michele, the temperature was 19 degrees fahrenheit with a strong wind.  What would be your guess -- 10 degrees with the wind chill factor?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe were the lone ones up there with the exception of the snow truck guy.  I wonder why.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe mist was so thick that we couldn\'t see the peak of the Abby.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9438\" title=\"P1010172\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010172-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe extreme conditions didn\'t detract from our pilgrimage.  The numbing cold, wind, and lack of visibility made our experience that more special.  A sacred memory of a lifetime.','Photo du Jour:  I\'m in Italia, not Siberia.','','inherit','open','open','','9436-revision-18','','','2012-02-03 12:40:57','2012-02-03 11:40:57','',9436,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/03/9436-revision-18/',0,'revision','',0),(9457,1,'2012-02-03 12:40:57','2012-02-03 11:40:57','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9437\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9437\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9437\" title=\"P1010175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010175-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNorthern Italy was slammed with a snowstorm more powerful than native Romeo Mio had ever witnessed in or around Torino.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI was more than a little bit confused, considering Torino was the host of the 2006 WINTER OLYMPICS.  DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE TO YOU???\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe local Italian radio station recounted incident upon incident of crazy, never-before-seen snow havoc.  After the radio announcer declared (and I am not exaggerating in my translation), \"I think that\'s really enough for the moment\" and broke away to \"<strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr6EldSFwOI\" target=\"_blank\">Blue Skies</a></strong>\", Romeo Mio and I decided to go for a scenic drive up to <strong><a href=\"http://www.sacradisanmichele.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Sacra di San Michele</a>, </strong>an ancient abby built circa 966 AD.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWeather Schmeather!  After all, if it were really <em>that bad</em>, the Italians would close the roads, right?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHere is the view of the road through our eyes that day.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe width=\"640\" height=\"360\" src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/C_XRzCy875Y\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBy the time we reached the grounds of Sacra di San Michele, the temperature was 19 degrees fahrenheit with a strong wind.  What would be your guess 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target=\"_blank\"> <strong>mine</strong></a>)</li>\r\n	<li>Café Viennoise</li>\r\n	<li>French café (for ambience)</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n&nbsp;','Photo du Jour:  Petit Dejeuner','','publish','open','open','','photo-du-jour-petit-dejeuner','','\nhttp://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/03/15/day-168-its-more-than-complicated/','2012-02-07 10:19:27','2012-02-07 17:19:27','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=9484',0,'post','',2),(9485,1,'2012-02-06 20:34:06','2012-02-07 03:34:06','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-693','','','2012-02-06 20:34:06','2012-02-07 03:34:06','',9484,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2040010.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(9486,1,'2012-02-06 20:32:58','2012-02-07 03:32:58','','Photo du Jour:  Petit Dejuenet','','inherit','open','open','','9484-revision','','','2012-02-06 20:32:58','2012-02-07 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src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2040010-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" /></a>','Photo du Jour:  Petit Dejeunet','','inherit','open','open','','9484-revision-3','','','2012-02-06 20:34:37','2012-02-07 03:34:37','',9484,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/06/9484-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(9489,1,'2012-02-06 20:34:58','2012-02-07 03:34:58','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9485\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9485\"><img class=\"alignnone  wp-image-9485\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2040010-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"614\" height=\"461\" /></a>','Photo du Jour:  Petit Dejeunet','','inherit','open','open','','9484-revision-4','','','2012-02-06 20:34:58','2012-02-07 03:34:58','',9484,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/06/9484-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(9490,1,'2012-02-06 20:38:02','2012-02-07 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src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2040010-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"614\" height=\"461\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nRecipe for a perfect breakfast:\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>fresh squeezed orange juice</li>\r\n	<li></li>\r\n	<li>homemade chocolate croissant (which was much better than <strong>mine</strong>)</li>\r\n	<li></li>\r\n	<li>Cafe Viennoise</li>\r\n	<li></li>\r\n	<li>French Cafe</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Photo du Jour:  Petit Dejeunet','','inherit','open','open','','9484-revision-6','','','2012-02-06 20:38:52','2012-02-07 03:38:52','',9484,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/06/9484-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(9492,1,'2012-02-06 20:39:02','2012-02-07 03:39:02','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9485\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9485\"><img class=\"alignnone  wp-image-9485\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2040010-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"614\" height=\"461\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nRecipe for a perfect breakfast:\n\n&nbsp;\n<ul>\n	<li>fresh squeezed orange juice</li>\n	<li></li>\n	<li>homemade chocolate croissant (which was much better than <strong>mine</strong>)</li>\n	<li></li>\n	<li>Cafe Viennoise</li>\n	<li></li>\n	<li>French Cafe</li>\n</ul>\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Photo du Jour:  Petit Dejeunet','','inherit','open','open','','9484-revision-7','','','2012-02-06 20:39:02','2012-02-07 03:39:02','',9484,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/06/9484-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(9493,1,'2012-02-06 20:39:22','2012-02-07 03:39:22','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9485\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9485\"><img class=\"alignnone  wp-image-9485\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2040010-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"614\" height=\"461\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nRecipe for a perfect breakfast:\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>fresh squeezed orange juice</li>\r\n	<li></li>\r\n	<li>homemade chocolate croissant (which was much better than<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/03/15/day-168-its-more-than-complicated/\" target=\"_blank\"> <strong>mine</strong></a>)</li>\r\n	<li></li>\r\n	<li>Cafe Viennoise</li>\r\n	<li></li>\r\n	<li>French Cafe</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Photo du Jour:  Petit Dejeunet','','inherit','open','open','','9484-revision-8','','','2012-02-06 20:39:22','2012-02-07 03:39:22','',9484,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/06/9484-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(9494,1,'2012-02-06 20:43:02','2012-02-07 03:43:02','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9485\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9485\"><img class=\"alignnone  wp-image-9485\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2040010-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"614\" height=\"461\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nRecipe for a perfect breakfast:\n\n&nbsp;\n<ul>\n	<li>fresh squeezed orange juice</li>\n	<li>homemade chocolate croissant (which was much better than<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/03/15/day-168-its-more-than-complicated/\" target=\"_blank\"> <strong>mine</strong></a>)</li>\n	<li>Cafe Viennoise</li>\n	<li>French café (for ambience)</li>\n</ul>\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Photo du Jour:  Petit Dejeunet','','inherit','open','open','','9484-revision-9','','','2012-02-06 20:43:02','2012-02-07 03:43:02','',9484,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/06/9484-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(9495,1,'2012-02-06 20:44:33','2012-02-07 03:44:33','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9485\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9485\"><img class=\"alignnone  wp-image-9485\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2040010-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"614\" height=\"461\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nRecipe for a perfect breakfast:\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>fresh squeezed orange juice</li>\r\n	<li>homemade chocolate croissant (which was much better than<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/03/15/day-168-its-more-than-complicated/\" target=\"_blank\"> <strong>mine</strong></a>)</li>\r\n	<li>Café Viennoise</li>\r\n	<li>French café (for ambience)</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Photo du Jour:  Petit Dejeunet','','inherit','open','open','','9484-revision-10','','','2012-02-06 20:44:33','2012-02-07 03:44:33','',9484,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/06/9484-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(9496,1,'2012-02-06 20:44:33','2012-02-07 03:44:33','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9485\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9485\"><img class=\"alignnone  wp-image-9485\" title=\"OLYMPUS 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title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2040010-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"614\" height=\"461\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nRecipe for a perfect breakfast:\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>fresh squeezed orange juice</li>\r\n	<li>homemade chocolate croissant (which was much better than<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/03/15/day-168-its-more-than-complicated/\" target=\"_blank\"> <strong>mine</strong></a>)</li>\r\n	<li>Café Viennoise</li>\r\n	<li>French café (for ambience)</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Photo du Jour:  Petit Dejeunet','','inherit','open','open','','9484-revision-12','','','2012-02-06 20:44:57','2012-02-07 03:44:57','',9484,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/06/9484-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(9498,1,'2012-02-06 20:44:57','2012-02-07 03:44:57','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/07/photo-du-jour-petit-dejeunet/olympus-digital-camera-693/\" 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<strong>mine</strong></a>)</li>\r\n	<li>Café Viennoise</li>\r\n	<li>French café (for ambience)</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n&nbsp;','Photo du Jour:  Petit Dejeunet','','inherit','open','open','','9484-revision-18','','','2012-02-06 20:47:24','2012-02-07 03:47:24','',9484,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/06/9484-revision-18/',0,'revision','',0),(9504,1,'2012-02-06 20:47:24','2012-02-07 03:47:24','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/07/photo-du-jour-petit-dejeunet/olympus-digital-camera-693/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9485\"><img class=\"alignnone  wp-image-9485\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2040010-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"614\" height=\"461\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nRecipe for a perfect breakfast:\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>fresh squeezed orange juice</li>\r\n	<li>homemade chocolate croissant (much better than<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/03/15/day-168-its-more-than-complicated/\" target=\"_blank\"> <strong>mine</strong></a>)</li>\r\n	<li>Café Viennoise</li>\r\n	<li>French café (for ambience)</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n&nbsp;','Photo du Jour:  Petit Dejeunet','','inherit','open','open','','9484-revision-19','','','2012-02-06 20:47:24','2012-02-07 03:47:24','',9484,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/06/9484-revision-19/',0,'revision','',0),(9505,1,'2012-02-06 20:48:05','2012-02-07 03:48:05','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/07/photo-du-jour-petit-dejeunet/olympus-digital-camera-693/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9485\"><img class=\"alignnone  wp-image-9485\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2040010-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"614\" height=\"461\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nRecipe for a perfect breakfast:\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>freshly squeezed orange juice</li>\r\n	<li>homemade chocolate croissant (much better than<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/03/15/day-168-its-more-than-complicated/\" target=\"_blank\"> <strong>mine</strong></a>)</li>\r\n	<li>Café Viennoise</li>\r\n	<li>French café (for ambience)</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n&nbsp;','Photo du Jour:  Petit Dejeunet','','inherit','open','open','','9484-revision-20','','','2012-02-06 20:48:05','2012-02-07 03:48:05','',9484,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/06/9484-revision-20/',0,'revision','',0),(9506,1,'2012-02-06 20:48:05','2012-02-07 03:48:05','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/07/photo-du-jour-petit-dejeunet/olympus-digital-camera-693/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9485\"><img class=\"alignnone  wp-image-9485\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2040010-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"614\" height=\"461\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nRecipe for a perfect breakfast:\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>freshly squeezed orange juice</li>\r\n	<li>homemade chocolate croissant (much better than<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/03/15/day-168-its-more-than-complicated/\" target=\"_blank\"> <strong>mine</strong></a>)</li>\r\n	<li>Café Viennoise</li>\r\n	<li>French café (for ambience)</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n&nbsp;','Photo du Jour:  Petit Dejeunet','','inherit','open','open','','9484-revision-21','','','2012-02-06 20:48:05','2012-02-07 03:48:05','',9484,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/06/9484-revision-21/',0,'revision','',0),(9507,1,'2012-02-07 10:19:27','2012-02-07 17:19:27','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/07/photo-du-jour-petit-dejeunet/olympus-digital-camera-693/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9485\"><img class=\"alignnone  wp-image-9485\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2040010-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"614\" height=\"461\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nRecipe for a perfect breakfast:\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>freshly squeezed orange juice</li>\r\n	<li>homemade chocolate croissant (much better than<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/03/15/day-168-its-more-than-complicated/\" target=\"_blank\"> <strong>mine</strong></a>)</li>\r\n	<li>Café Viennoise</li>\r\n	<li>French café (for ambience)</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n&nbsp;','Photo du Jour:  Petit Dejeuner','','inherit','open','open','','9484-revision-22','','','2012-02-07 10:19:27','2012-02-07 17:19:27','',9484,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/07/9484-revision-22/',0,'revision','',0),(9568,1,'2012-02-17 01:11:09','2012-02-17 08:11:09','&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/01/27/photo-du-jour-begins-on-sunday/\" target=\"_blank\">21 days ago I trotted off to France for a week.</a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI\'m sure it all sounds very glamorous (not to mention obnoxious).  <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/10/04/day-354-what-a-difference-a-year-makes/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>A few months ago, I was in Italy.</strong></a>  A few months later, I am in France.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIt has been quite the whirlwind.  Previously, I had yet to visit Europe.  Suddenly, I am a jet-setting fool living a fairy tale life.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI certainly enjoyed the ride, but I have to be honest with you, dear reader.  I have procrastinated writing this post because I have <em>dreaded</em> writing this post.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFairy tales always have happy endings.  In real life, there is often a heartbreaking denouement.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn real life, you can be whisked away to a picturesque Storybook Land.  But remember:  Storybook Lands are always home to a dark forest.  And dark forests can be scary.  Especially when there is a wolf lurking about.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn lieu of a blog post travelogue, please accept this photo gallery as my visual representation of Playdate #5:  A Week in France.  (And Torino, Italy, too!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[gallery columns=\"4\"]\r\n\r\nPictured left to right, top to bottom:\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(If you would like to enlarge the photos, click once to open the photo in a new page and then click again.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnnecy, France\r\n\r\nCafe in Annecy, France\r\n\r\nCheese display at the outdoor market in Annecy, France\r\n\r\nAnnecy aka \"The Venice of France\"\r\n\r\nPastry case in Annecy France\r\n\r\nLake Annecy\r\n\r\nCappuccino at CARPE DIEM!!!  Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nMy new favorite coffee delight:  Marocchino in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nA piazza in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nAnother piazza in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nAnother marocchino in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nLes Trois Vallées, France\r\n\r\nSite of an Albertville 1992 Winter Olympics ski event:  Courchevel, France\r\n\r\nCrepes at Courchevel Ski Resort\r\n\r\nFrench basement.  God Bless America!\r\n\r\nMéribel, France\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #5:  A Week in the French Alps','','publish','open','open','','playdate-5-a-week-in-the-french-alps','','\nhttp://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/01/27/photo-du-jour-begins-on-sunday/','2012-02-16 21:17:13','2012-02-17 04:17:13','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=9568',0,'post','',10),(9509,1,'2012-02-09 01:11:06','2012-02-09 08:11:06','[caption id=\"attachment_9544\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"This is my &quot;14 Hours of Travel&quot; Look. Bleck.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010039-2/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9544\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9544 \" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P10100391-300x219.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"219\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nI wasn\'t in France for 2 hours, and I was already eating cheese.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThat first meal set the tone for the rest of the trip.  When in France, plan on eating cheese.  Lots and lots of cheese.  France is not a destination for the lactose intolerant or easily constipated.  Luckily, I have no issues in either of these areas, and I happily nibbled away for my entire trip.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is the most fun way to eat cheese?  Why, fondue, of course!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI think fondue was invented by someone who was scolded for playing with his food too many times as a child.  Think about it.  You spear your food with a miniature sword and double dip into the fondue pot to your heart and stomach\'s content.  Yippeee and Oo la la!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOne would think I was in Texas with the size of that bread bowl fondue \"pot\" pictured above, but nope!  That photo was taken in a fondue restaurant in <strong><a href=\"http://www.lac-annecy.com/gb/\" target=\"_blank\">Annecy, France. </a> </strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLuckily, I left room for dessert.  The whipped cream nestled beside the scrumptious apple pastry tasted like no whip cream I\'ve ever eaten.  Heavenly!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010043/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9519\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9519\" title=\"P1010043\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd what better way to burn off all of those calories than with an after dinner stroll through one of the most beautiful cities in the world?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010047/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9520\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9520\" title=\"P1010047\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010047-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010051/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9539\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9539\" title=\"P1010051\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010051-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9521\" title=\"P1010049\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010049-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nComing next Tuesday . . . . a recap of Play in France!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #4:  Play with Your Cheese.  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Bleck.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010039/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9511\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9511\" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010039-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nI wasn\'t in France for 2 hours, and I was already eating cheese.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThat first meal set the tone for the rest of the trip.  When in France, plan on eating cheese.  Lots and lots of cheese.  France is not a destination for the lactose intolerant or easily constipated.  Luckily, I have no issues in either of these areas, and I happily nibbled away for my entire trip.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is the most fun way to eat cheese?  Why, fondue, of course!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI think fondue was invented by someone who was scolded for playing with his food too many times as a child.  Think about it.  You spear your food with a miniature sword and double dip into the fondue pot to your heart and stomach\'s content.  Yippeee and Oo la la!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOne would think I was in Texas with the size of that bread bowl fondue \"pot\" pictured above, but nope!  That photo was taken in a fondue restaurant in <strong><a href=\"http://www.lac-annecy.com/gb/\" target=\"_blank\">Annecy, France. </a> </strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLuckily, I left room for dessert.  The whipped cream nestled beside the scrumptious apple pastry tasted like no whip cream I\'ve ever eaten.  Heavenly!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010043/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9519\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9519\" title=\"P1010043\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd what better way to burn off all of those calories than with an after dinner stroll through one of the most beautiful cities in the world?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010047/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9520\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9520\" title=\"P1010047\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010047-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010051/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9539\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9539\" title=\"P1010051\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010051-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9521\" title=\"P1010049\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010049-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010039-2/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9544\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9544\" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P10100391-300x219.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"219\" /></a>\r\n\r\nComing next Tuesday . . . . a recap of Play in France!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #4:  Play with Your Cheese.  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Bleck.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9511\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9511\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9511\" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010039-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nI wasn\'t in France for 2 hours, and I was already eating cheese.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThat first meal set the tone for the rest of the trip.  When in France, plan on eating cheese.  Lots and lots of cheese.  France is not a destination for the lactose intolerant or easily constipated.  Luckily, I have no issues in these areas, and I happily nibbled away for my entire trip.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is the most fun way to eat cheese?  Why, fondue, of course!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI think fondue was invented by someone who was scolded for playing with his food too many times as a child.  Think about it.  You spear your food with a miniature sword and double dip into the fondue pot to your heart and stomach\'s content.  Yippeee and Oo la la!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOne would think I was in Texas with the size of that bread bowl pictured above, but nope!  That photo was taken in a fondue restaurant in <strong><a href=\"http://www.lac-annecy.com/gb/\" target=\"_blank\">Annecy, France. </a> </strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLuckily, I left room for dessert.  The whipped cream tasted like no whip cream I\'ve ever eaten.  Heavenly!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9519\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9519\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9519\" title=\"P1010043\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd what better way to burn off all of those calories than with an after dinner stroll through one of the most beautiful cities in the world?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9520\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9520\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9520\" title=\"P1010047\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010047-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9521\" title=\"P1010049\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010049-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #4:  Play with Your Cheese.  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Bleck.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9511\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9511\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9511\" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010039-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>[/caption]\n\nI wasn\'t in France for 2 hours, and I was already eating cheese.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThat first meal set the tone for the rest of the trip.  When in France, plan on eating cheese.  Lots and lots of cheese.  France is not a destination for the lactose intolerant or easily constipated.  Luckily, I have no issues in these areas, and I happily nibbled away for my entire trip.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWhat is the most fun way to eat cheese?  Why, fondue, of course!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI think fondue was invented by someone who was scolded for playing with his food too many times as a child.  Think about it.  You spear your food with a miniature sword and double dip into the fondue pot to your heart and stomach\'s content.  Yippeee and Oo la la!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOne would think I was in Texas with the size of that bread bowl pictured above, but nope!  That photo was taken in a fondue restaurant in <strong><a href=\"http://www.lac-annecy.com/gb/\" target=\"_blank\">Annecy, France. </a> </strong>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nLuckily, I left room for dessert.  The whipped cream nestled beside the apple past tasted like no whip cream I\'ve ever eaten.  Heavenly!\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9519\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9519\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9519\" title=\"P1010043\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd what better way to burn off all of those calories than with an after dinner stroll through one of the most beautiful cities in the world?\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9520\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9520\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9520\" title=\"P1010047\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010047-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9521\" title=\"P1010049\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010049-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" />\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nComing next Tuesday . . . . a recap of The Week of Play in France!\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #4:  Play with Your Cheese.  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Bleck.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9511\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9511\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9511\" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010039-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nI wasn\'t in France for 2 hours, and I was already eating cheese.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThat first meal set the tone for the rest of the trip.  When in France, plan on eating cheese.  Lots and lots of cheese.  France is not a destination for the lactose intolerant or easily constipated.  Luckily, I have no issues in these areas, and I happily nibbled away for my entire trip.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is the most fun way to eat cheese?  Why, fondue, of course!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI think fondue was invented by someone who was scolded for playing with his food too many times as a child.  Think about it.  You spear your food with a miniature sword and double dip into the fondue pot to your heart and stomach\'s content.  Yippeee and Oo la la!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOne would think I was in Texas with the size of that bread bowl pictured above, but nope!  That photo was taken in a fondue restaurant in <strong><a href=\"http://www.lac-annecy.com/gb/\" target=\"_blank\">Annecy, France. </a> </strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLuckily, I left room for dessert.  The whipped cream nestled beside the scrumptious apple pastry tasted like no whip cream I\'ve ever eaten.  Heavenly!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9519\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9519\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9519\" title=\"P1010043\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd what better way to burn off all of those calories than with an after dinner stroll through one of the most beautiful cities in the world?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9520\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9520\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9520\" title=\"P1010047\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010047-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9521\" title=\"P1010049\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010049-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nComing next Tuesday . . . . a recap of The Week of Play in France!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #4:  Play with Your Cheese.  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Bleck.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9511\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9511\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9511\" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010039-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nI wasn\'t in France for 2 hours, and I was already eating cheese.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThat first meal set the tone for the rest of the trip.  When in France, plan on eating cheese.  Lots and lots of cheese.  France is not a destination for the lactose intolerant or easily constipated.  Luckily, I have no issues in these areas, and I happily nibbled away for my entire trip.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is the most fun way to eat cheese?  Why, fondue, of course!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI think fondue was invented by someone who was scolded for playing with his food too many times as a child.  Think about it.  You spear your food with a miniature sword and double dip into the fondue pot to your heart and stomach\'s content.  Yippeee and Oo la la!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOne would think I was in Texas with the size of that bread bowl pictured above, but nope!  That photo was taken in a fondue restaurant in <strong><a href=\"http://www.lac-annecy.com/gb/\" target=\"_blank\">Annecy, France. </a> </strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLuckily, I left room for dessert.  The whipped cream nestled beside the scrumptious apple pastry tasted like no whip cream I\'ve ever eaten.  Heavenly!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9519\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9519\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9519\" title=\"P1010043\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd what better way to burn off all of those calories than with an after dinner stroll through one of the most beautiful cities in the world?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9520\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9520\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9520\" title=\"P1010047\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010047-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9521\" title=\"P1010049\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010049-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nComing next Tuesday . . . . a recap of Play in France!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #4:  Play with Your Cheese.  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Bleck.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9511\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9511\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9511\" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010039-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nI wasn\'t in France for 2 hours, and I was already eating cheese.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThat first meal set the tone for the rest of the trip.  When in France, plan on eating cheese.  Lots and lots of cheese.  France is not a destination for the lactose intolerant or easily constipated.  Luckily, I have no issues in these areas, and I happily nibbled away for my entire trip.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is the most fun way to eat cheese?  Why, fondue, of course!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI think fondue was invented by someone who was scolded for playing with his food too many times as a child.  Think about it.  You spear your food with a miniature sword and double dip into the fondue pot to your heart and stomach\'s content.  Yippeee and Oo la la!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOne would think I was in Texas with the size of that bread bowl pictured above, but nope!  That photo was taken in a fondue restaurant in <strong><a href=\"http://www.lac-annecy.com/gb/\" target=\"_blank\">Annecy, France. </a> </strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLuckily, I left room for dessert.  The whipped cream nestled beside the scrumptious apple pastry tasted like no whip cream I\'ve ever eaten.  Heavenly!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9519\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9519\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9519\" title=\"P1010043\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd what better way to burn off all of those calories than with an after dinner stroll through one of the most beautiful cities in the world?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9520\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9520\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9520\" title=\"P1010047\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010047-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9521\" title=\"P1010049\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010049-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nComing next Tuesday . . . . a recap of Play in France!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #4:  Play with Your Cheese.  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Bleck.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010039/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9511\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9511\" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010039-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>[/caption]\n\nI wasn\'t in France for 2 hours, and I was already eating cheese.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThat first meal set the tone for the rest of the trip.  When in France, plan on eating cheese.  Lots and lots of cheese.  France is not a destination for the lactose intolerant or easily constipated.  Luckily, I have no issues in either of these areas, and I happily nibbled away for my entire trip.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWhat is the most fun way to eat cheese?  Why, fondue, of course!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI think fondue was invented by someone who was scolded for playing with his food too many times as a child.  Think about it.  You spear your food with a miniature sword and double dip into the fondue pot to your heart and stomach\'s content.  Yippeee and Oo la la!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOne would think I was in Texas with the size of that bread bowl fondue \"pot\" pictured above, but nope!  That photo was taken in a fondue restaurant in <strong><a href=\"http://www.lac-annecy.com/gb/\" target=\"_blank\">Annecy, France. </a> </strong>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nLuckily, I left room for dessert.  The whipped cream nestled beside the scrumptious apple pastry tasted like no whip cream I\'ve ever eaten.  Heavenly!\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010043/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9519\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9519\" title=\"P1010043\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd what better way to burn off all of those calories than with an after dinner stroll through one of the most beautiful cities in the world?\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010047/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9520\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9520\" title=\"P1010047\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010047-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010051/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9539\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9539\" title=\"P1010051\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010051-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9521\" title=\"P1010049\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010049-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" />\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010039-2/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9544\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9544\" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P10100391-300x219.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"219\" /></a>\n\nComing next Tuesday . . . . a recap of Play in France!\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #4:  Play with Your Cheese.  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Bleck.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010039/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9511\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9511\" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010039-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nI wasn\'t in France for 2 hours, and I was already eating cheese.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThat first meal set the tone for the rest of the trip.  When in France, plan on eating cheese.  Lots and lots of cheese.  France is not a destination for the lactose intolerant or easily constipated.  Luckily, I have no issues in either of these areas, and I happily nibbled away for my entire trip.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is the most fun way to eat cheese?  Why, fondue, of course!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI think fondue was invented by someone who was scolded for playing with his food too many times as a child.  Think about it.  You spear your food with a miniature sword and double dip into the fondue pot to your heart and stomach\'s content.  Yippeee and Oo la la!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOne would think I was in Texas with the size of that bread bowl fondue \"pot\" pictured above, but nope!  That photo was taken in a fondue restaurant in <strong><a href=\"http://www.lac-annecy.com/gb/\" target=\"_blank\">Annecy, France. </a> </strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLuckily, I left room for dessert.  The whipped cream nestled beside the scrumptious apple pastry tasted like no whip cream I\'ve ever eaten.  Heavenly!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010043/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9519\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9519\" title=\"P1010043\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd what better way to burn off all of those calories than with an after dinner stroll through one of the most beautiful cities in the world?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010047/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9520\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9520\" title=\"P1010047\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010047-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9521\" title=\"P1010049\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010049-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nComing next Tuesday . . . . a recap of Play in France!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #4:  Play with Your Cheese.  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Bleck.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010039/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9511\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9511\" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010039-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nI wasn\'t in France for 2 hours, and I was already eating cheese.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThat first meal set the tone for the rest of the trip.  When in France, plan on eating cheese.  Lots and lots of cheese.  France is not a destination for the lactose intolerant or easily constipated.  Luckily, I have no issues in either of these areas, and I happily nibbled away for my entire trip.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is the most fun way to eat cheese?  Why, fondue, of course!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI think fondue was invented by someone who was scolded for playing with his food too many times as a child.  Think about it.  You spear your food with a miniature sword and double dip into the fondue pot to your heart and stomach\'s content.  Yippeee and Oo la la!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOne would think I was in Texas with the size of that bread bowl fondue \"pot\" pictured above, but nope!  That photo was taken in a fondue restaurant in <strong><a href=\"http://www.lac-annecy.com/gb/\" target=\"_blank\">Annecy, France. </a> </strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLuckily, I left room for dessert.  The whipped cream nestled beside the scrumptious apple pastry tasted like no whip cream I\'ve ever eaten.  Heavenly!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010043/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9519\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9519\" title=\"P1010043\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd what better way to burn off all of those calories than with an after dinner stroll through one of the most beautiful cities in the world?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010047/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9520\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9520\" title=\"P1010047\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010047-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010051/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9539\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9539\" title=\"P1010051\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010051-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9521\" title=\"P1010049\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010049-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nComing next Tuesday . . . . a recap of Play in France!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #4:  Play with Your Cheese.  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Bleck.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010039/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9511\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9511\" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010039-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nI wasn\'t in France for 2 hours, and I was already eating cheese.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThat first meal set the tone for the rest of the trip.  When in France, plan on eating cheese.  Lots and lots of cheese.  France is not a destination for the lactose intolerant or easily constipated.  Luckily, I have no issues in either of these areas, and I happily nibbled away for my entire trip.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is the most fun way to eat cheese?  Why, fondue, of course!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI think fondue was invented by someone who was scolded for playing with his food too many times as a child.  Think about it.  You spear your food with a miniature sword and double dip into the fondue pot to your heart and stomach\'s content.  Yippeee and Oo la la!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOne would think I was in Texas with the size of that bread bowl fondue \"pot\" pictured above, but nope!  That photo was taken in a fondue restaurant in <strong><a href=\"http://www.lac-annecy.com/gb/\" target=\"_blank\">Annecy, France. </a> </strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLuckily, I left room for dessert.  The whipped cream nestled beside the scrumptious apple pastry tasted like no whip cream I\'ve ever eaten.  Heavenly!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010043/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9519\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9519\" title=\"P1010043\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd what better way to burn off all of those calories than with an after dinner stroll through one of the most beautiful cities in the world?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010047/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9520\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9520\" title=\"P1010047\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010047-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010051/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9539\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9539\" title=\"P1010051\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010051-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9521\" title=\"P1010049\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010049-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nComing next Tuesday . . . . a recap of Play in France!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #4:  Play with Your Cheese.  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Bleck.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010039-2/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9544\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9544 \" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P10100391-300x219.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"219\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nI wasn\'t in France for 2 hours, and I was already eating cheese.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThat first meal set the tone for the rest of the trip.  When in France, plan on eating cheese.  Lots and lots of cheese.  France is not a destination for the lactose intolerant or easily constipated.  Luckily, I have no issues in either of these areas, and I happily nibbled away for my entire trip.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is the most fun way to eat cheese?  Why, fondue, of course!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI think fondue was invented by someone who was scolded for playing with his food too many times as a child.  Think about it.  You spear your food with a miniature sword and double dip into the fondue pot to your heart and stomach\'s content.  Yippeee and Oo la la!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOne would think I was in Texas with the size of that bread bowl fondue \"pot\" pictured above, but nope!  That photo was taken in a fondue restaurant in <strong><a href=\"http://www.lac-annecy.com/gb/\" target=\"_blank\">Annecy, France. </a> </strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLuckily, I left room for dessert.  The whipped cream nestled beside the scrumptious apple pastry tasted like no whip cream I\'ve ever eaten.  Heavenly!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010043/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9519\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9519\" title=\"P1010043\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd what better way to burn off all of those calories than with an after dinner stroll through one of the most beautiful cities in the world?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010047/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9520\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9520\" title=\"P1010047\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010047-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010051/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9539\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9539\" title=\"P1010051\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010051-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9521\" title=\"P1010049\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010049-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nComing next Tuesday . . . . a recap of Play in France!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #4:  Play with Your Cheese.  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Bleck.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010039/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9511\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9511\" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010039-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nI wasn\'t in France for 2 hours, and I was already eating cheese.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThat first meal set the tone for the rest of the trip.  When in France, plan on eating cheese.  Lots and lots of cheese.  France is not a destination for the lactose intolerant or easily constipated.  Luckily, I have no issues in either of these areas, and I happily nibbled away for my entire trip.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is the most fun way to eat cheese?  Why, fondue, of course!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI think fondue was invented by someone who was scolded for playing with his food too many times as a child.  Think about it.  You spear your food with a miniature sword and double dip into the fondue pot to your heart and stomach\'s content.  Yippeee and Oo la la!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOne would think I was in Texas with the size of that bread bowl fondue \"pot\" pictured above, but nope!  That photo was taken in a fondue restaurant in <strong><a href=\"http://www.lac-annecy.com/gb/\" target=\"_blank\">Annecy, France. </a> </strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLuckily, I left room for dessert.  The whipped cream nestled beside the scrumptious apple pastry tasted like no whip cream I\'ve ever eaten.  Heavenly!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010043/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9519\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9519\" title=\"P1010043\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd what better way to burn off all of those calories than with an after dinner stroll through one of the most beautiful cities in the world?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010047/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9520\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9520\" title=\"P1010047\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010047-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010051/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9539\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9539\" title=\"P1010051\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010051-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9521\" title=\"P1010049\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010049-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010039-2/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9544\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9544\" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P10100391-300x219.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"219\" /></a>\r\n\r\nComing next Tuesday . . . . a recap of Play in France!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #4:  Play with Your Cheese.  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Bleck.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010039/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9511\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9511\" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010039-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nI wasn\'t in France for 2 hours, and I was already eating cheese.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThat first meal set the tone for the rest of the trip.  When in France, plan on eating cheese.  Lots and lots of cheese.  France is not a destination for the lactose intolerant or easily constipated.  Luckily, I have no issues in either of these areas, and I happily nibbled away for my entire trip.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is the most fun way to eat cheese?  Why, fondue, of course!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI think fondue was invented by someone who was scolded for playing with his food too many times as a child.  Think about it.  You spear your food with a miniature sword and double dip into the fondue pot to your heart and stomach\'s content.  Yippeee and Oo la la!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOne would think I was in Texas with the size of that bread bowl fondue \"pot\" pictured above, but nope!  That photo was taken in a fondue restaurant in <strong><a href=\"http://www.lac-annecy.com/gb/\" target=\"_blank\">Annecy, France. </a> </strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLuckily, I left room for dessert.  The whipped cream nestled beside the scrumptious apple pastry tasted like no whip cream I\'ve ever eaten.  Heavenly!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010043/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9519\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9519\" title=\"P1010043\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd what better way to burn off all of those calories than with an after dinner stroll through one of the most beautiful cities in the world?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010047/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9520\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9520\" title=\"P1010047\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010047-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010051/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9539\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9539\" title=\"P1010051\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010051-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9521\" title=\"P1010049\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010049-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010039-2/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9544\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9544\" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P10100391-300x219.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"219\" /></a>\r\n\r\nComing next Tuesday . . . . a recap of Play in France!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #4:  Play with Your Cheese.  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Bleck.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010039/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9511\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9511\" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010039-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nI wasn\'t in France for 2 hours, and I was already eating cheese.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThat first meal set the tone for the rest of the trip.  When in France, plan on eating cheese.  Lots and lots of cheese.  France is not a destination for the lactose intolerant or easily constipated.  Luckily, I have no issues in either of these areas, and I happily nibbled away for my entire trip.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is the most fun way to eat cheese?  Why, fondue, of course!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI think fondue was invented by someone who was scolded for playing with his food too many times as a child.  Think about it.  You spear your food with a miniature sword and double dip into the fondue pot to your heart and stomach\'s content.  Yippeee and Oo la la!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOne would think I was in Texas with the size of that bread bowl fondue \"pot\" pictured above, but nope!  That photo was taken in a fondue restaurant in <strong><a href=\"http://www.lac-annecy.com/gb/\" target=\"_blank\">Annecy, France. </a> </strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLuckily, I left room for dessert.  The whipped cream nestled beside the scrumptious apple pastry tasted like no whip cream I\'ve ever eaten.  Heavenly!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010043/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9519\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9519\" title=\"P1010043\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd what better way to burn off all of those calories than with an after dinner stroll through one of the most beautiful cities in the world?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010047/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9520\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9520\" title=\"P1010047\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010047-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010051/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9539\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9539\" title=\"P1010051\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010051-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9521\" title=\"P1010049\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010049-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010039-2/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9544\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9544\" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P10100391-300x219.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"219\" /></a>\r\n\r\nComing next Tuesday . . . . a recap of Play in France!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #4:  Play with Your Cheese.  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Bleck.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010039-2/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9544\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9544 \" title=\"P1010039\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P10100391-300x219.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"219\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nI wasn\'t in France for 2 hours, and I was already eating cheese.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThat first meal set the tone for the rest of the trip.  When in France, plan on eating cheese.  Lots and lots of cheese.  France is not a destination for the lactose intolerant or easily constipated.  Luckily, I have no issues in either of these areas, and I happily nibbled away for my entire trip.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is the most fun way to eat cheese?  Why, fondue, of course!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI think fondue was invented by someone who was scolded for playing with his food too many times as a child.  Think about it.  You spear your food with a miniature sword and double dip into the fondue pot to your heart and stomach\'s content.  Yippeee and Oo la la!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOne would think I was in Texas with the size of that bread bowl fondue \"pot\" pictured above, but nope!  That photo was taken in a fondue restaurant in <strong><a href=\"http://www.lac-annecy.com/gb/\" target=\"_blank\">Annecy, France. </a> </strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLuckily, I left room for dessert.  The whipped cream nestled beside the scrumptious apple pastry tasted like no whip cream I\'ve ever eaten.  Heavenly!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010043/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9519\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9519\" title=\"P1010043\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd what better way to burn off all of those calories than with an after dinner stroll through one of the most beautiful cities in the world?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010047/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9520\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9520\" title=\"P1010047\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010047-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/09/playdate-4-play-with-your-cheese/p1010051/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9539\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9539\" title=\"P1010051\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010051-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-9521\" title=\"P1010049\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P1010049-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nComing next Tuesday . . . . a recap of Play in France!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #4:  Play with Your Cheese.  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 Please share in the comments section below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHappy Valentine\'s Day!\r\n&nbsp;','The Most Romantic Song of All Time','','publish','open','open','','the-most-romantic-song-of-all-time','','','2012-02-13 20:06:48','2012-02-14 03:06:48','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=9555',0,'post','',24),(9556,1,'2012-02-13 19:48:28','2012-02-14 02:48:28','What do you think is The Most Romantic Song of All Time?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDid you think of one right away, or are you having to think for a bit?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOr perhaps you cheated and headed over to Google for The Most Romantic Song of All Time search?  :-D\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWere you flooded with so many possibilities that you couldn\'t pick just one?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI flirted with all of the above.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI am the eternal hopeful romantic, and I am a music lover.  This led me to a hunt across many decades (centuries when I remembered <strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wb4Ps7vqgU0\" target=\"_blank\">Tchaikovsky!</a></strong>) and many genres.','The Most Romantic Song of All Time','','inherit','open','open','','9555-revision','','','2012-02-13 19:48:28','2012-02-14 02:48:28','',9555,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/13/9555-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(9557,1,'2012-02-13 19:48:35','2012-02-14 02:48:35','What do you think is The Most Romantic Song of All Time?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDid you think of one right away, or are you having to think for a bit?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOr perhaps you cheated and headed over to Google for The Most Romantic Song of All Time search?  :-D\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWere you flooded with so many possibilities that you couldn\'t pick just one?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI flirted with all of the above.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI am the eternal hopeful romantic, and I am a music lover.  This led me to a hunt across many decades (centuries when I remembered <strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wb4Ps7vqgU0\" target=\"_blank\">Tchaikovsky!</a></strong>) and many genres.','The Most Romantic Song of All Time','','inherit','open','open','','9555-revision-2','','','2012-02-13 19:48:35','2012-02-14 02:48:35','',9555,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/13/9555-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(9558,1,'2012-02-13 19:57:28','2012-02-14 02:57:28','What do you think is The Most Romantic Song of All Time?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDid you think of one right away, or are you having to think for a bit?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOr perhaps you cheated and headed over to Google for The Most Romantic Song of All Time search?  :-D\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWere you flooded with so many possibilities that you couldn\'t pick just one?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI flirted with all of the above.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI am the eternal hopeful romantic, and I am a music lover.  This led me to a hunt across many decades (centuries when I remembered <strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wb4Ps7vqgU0\" target=\"_blank\">Tchaikovsky!</a></strong>) and many genres.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nUltimately, I was compelled to choose a single musical valentine to share with you today.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd the winner is . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nNow it\'s your turn.  What is YOUR Most Romantic Song of All Time? 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 Please share in the comments section below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHappy Valentine\'s Day!','The Most Romantic Song of All Time','','inherit','open','open','','9555-revision-6','','','2012-02-13 19:59:59','2012-02-14 02:59:59','',9555,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/13/9555-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(9562,1,'2012-02-13 20:05:04','2012-02-14 03:05:04','I have a Valentine\'s Day question for you:\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWhat is The Most Romantic Song of All Time?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDid you think of a song right away, or are you having to mufor a bit?\n\n&nbsp;\nWere you flooded with so many possibilities that you couldn\'t pick just one?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOr perhaps you cheated and headed over to Google for The Most Romantic Song of All Time search?  :-) \n\n&nbsp;\n\n\n\nI flirted with all of the above.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI am the eternal hopeful romantic, and I am a music lover.  This led me to a hunt across many decades (centuries when I remembered <strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wb4Ps7vqgU0\" target=\"_blank\">Tchaikovsky!</a></strong>) and many genres.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nUltimately, I was compelled to choose a single musical valentine to share with you today.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd the winner is . . . .\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/sp6zoc84NcU\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\n\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\nNow it\'s your turn.  What is YOUR Most Romantic Song of All Time?  Please share in the comments section below.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHappy Valentine\'s Day!','The Most Romantic Song of All Time','','inherit','open','open','','9555-autosave','','','2012-02-13 20:05:04','2012-02-14 03:05:04','',9555,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/13/9555-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(9563,1,'2012-02-13 20:00:20','2012-02-14 03:00:20','What do you think is The Most Romantic Song of All Time?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDid you think of one right away, or are you having to think for a bit?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOr perhaps you cheated and headed over to Google for The Most Romantic Song of All Time search?  :-D\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWere you flooded with so many possibilities that you couldn\'t pick just one?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI flirted with all of the above.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI am the eternal hopeful romantic, and I am a music lover.  This led me to a hunt across many decades (centuries when I remembered <strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wb4Ps7vqgU0\" target=\"_blank\">Tchaikovsky!</a></strong>) and many genres.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUltimately, I was compelled to choose a single musical valentine to share with you today.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd the winner is . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/sp6zoc84NcU\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\nNow it\'s your turn.  What is YOUR Most Romantic Song of All Time?  Please share in the comments section below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHappy Valentine\'s Day!','The Most Romantic Song of All Time','','inherit','open','open','','9555-revision-7','','','2012-02-13 20:00:20','2012-02-14 03:00:20','',9555,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/13/9555-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(9564,1,'2012-02-13 20:01:51','2012-02-14 03:01:51','What do you think is The Most Romantic Song of All Time?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDid you think of one right away, or are you having to think for a bit?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOr perhaps you cheated and headed over to Google for The Most Romantic Song of All Time search?  :-) \r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWere you flooded with so many possibilities that you couldn\'t pick just one?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI flirted with all of the above.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI am the eternal hopeful romantic, and I am a music lover.  This led me to a hunt across many decades (centuries when I remembered <strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wb4Ps7vqgU0\" target=\"_blank\">Tchaikovsky!</a></strong>) and many genres.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUltimately, I was compelled to choose a single musical valentine to share with you today.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd the winner is . . . .\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/sp6zoc84NcU\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\nNow it\'s your turn.  What is YOUR Most Romantic Song of All Time?  Please share in the comments section below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHappy Valentine\'s Day!','The Most Romantic Song of All Time','','inherit','open','open','','9555-revision-8','','','2012-02-13 20:01:51','2012-02-14 03:01:51','',9555,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/13/9555-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(9565,1,'2012-02-13 20:02:56','2012-02-14 03:02:56','What do you think is The Most Romantic Song of All Time?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDid you think of one right away, or are you having to think for a bit?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\nWere you flooded with so many possibilities that you couldn\'t pick just one?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOr perhaps you cheated and headed over to Google for The Most Romantic Song of All Time search?  :-) \r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nI flirted with all of the above.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI am the eternal hopeful romantic, and I am a music lover.  This led me to a hunt across many decades (centuries when I remembered <strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wb4Ps7vqgU0\" target=\"_blank\">Tchaikovsky!</a></strong>) and many genres.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUltimately, I was compelled to choose a single musical valentine to share with you today.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd the winner is . . . .\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/sp6zoc84NcU\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\nNow it\'s your turn.  What is YOUR Most Romantic Song of All Time? 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post.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nFairy tales always have happy endings.  In real life, there\'s often a heartbreaking plot twist.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nIn real life, you can be whisked away to a picturesque Storybook Land.  But remember:  Storybook Lands are always home to a dark forest.  And dark forests can be scary.  Especially when there is a wolf lurking about.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nIn lieu of a blog post travelogue, please accept this photo gallery as my visual representation of Playdate #5:  A Week in France.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[gallery columns=\"4\"]\n\n&nbsp;\n\nPictured left to right, top to bottom:\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(If you would like to enlarge the photos, click once to open the photo in a new page and then click again.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnnecy, France\n\nCafe in Annecy, France\n\nCheese display at the outdoor market in Annecy, France\n\nAnnecy aka \"The Venice of France\"\n\nPastry case in Annecy France\n\nLake Annecy\n\nCappuccino at CARPE DIEM!!!  Torino, Italy\n\nMy new favorite coffee delight:  Marocchino in 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href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/01/27/photo-du-jour-begins-on-sunday/\" target=\"_blank\">20 days ago I trotted off to France for a week.</a></strong>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI\'m sure it all sounds very glamorous (not to mention obnoxious).  <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/10/04/day-354-what-a-difference-a-year-makes/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>A few months ago, I was in Italy.</strong></a>  Then I\'m in France.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nIt has been quite the whirlwind.  Previously, I had yet to visit Europe.  Suddenly, I am a jet-setting fool living a fairy tale life.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI certainly enjoyed the ride, but I have to be honest with you, dear reader.  I have procrastinated writing this post because I have <em>dreaded</em> writing this post.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nFairy tales always have happy endings.  In real life, there\'s often a heartbreaking plot denoument.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nIn real life, you can be whisked away to a picturesque Storybook Land.  But remember:  Storybook Lands 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France\r\n\r\nCheese display at the outdoor market in Annecy, France\r\n\r\nAnnecy aka \"The Venice of France\"\r\n\r\nPastry case in Annecy France\r\n\r\nLake Annecy\r\n\r\nCappuccino at CARPE DIEM!!!  Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nMy new favorite coffee delight:  Marocchino in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nA piazza in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nAnother piazza in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nAnother marocchino in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nLes Trois Vallées, France\r\n\r\nSite of an Albertville 1992 Winter Olympics ski event:  Courchevel, France\r\n\r\nCrepes at Courchevel Ski Resort\r\n\r\nFrench basement.  God Bless America!\r\n\r\nMéribel, France\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #5:  A Week in France','','inherit','open','open','','9568-revision-17','','','2012-02-16 20:26:37','2012-02-17 03:26:37','',9568,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/16/9568-revision-17/',0,'revision','',0),(9608,1,'2012-02-16 20:30:21','2012-02-17 03:30:21','&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/01/27/photo-du-jour-begins-on-sunday/\" target=\"_blank\">20 days ago I trotted off to France for a week.</a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI\'m sure it all sounds very glamorous (not to mention obnoxious).  <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/10/04/day-354-what-a-difference-a-year-makes/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>A few months ago, I was in Italy.</strong></a>  Then I\'m in France.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIt has been quite the whirlwind.  Previously, I had yet to visit Europe.  Suddenly, I am a jet-setting fool living a fairy tale life.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI certainly enjoyed the ride, but I have to be honest with you, dear reader.  I have procrastinated writing this post because I have <em>dreaded</em> writing this post.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFairy tales always have happy endings.  In real life, there\'s often a heartbreaking denouement.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn real life, you can be whisked away to a picturesque Storybook 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Italy\r\n\r\nLes Trois Vallées, France\r\n\r\nSite of an Albertville 1992 Winter Olympics ski event:  Courchevel, France\r\n\r\nCrepes at Courchevel Ski Resort\r\n\r\nFrench basement.  God Bless America!\r\n\r\nMéribel, France\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #5:  A Week in France','','inherit','open','open','','9568-revision-18','','','2012-02-16 20:30:21','2012-02-17 03:30:21','',9568,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/16/9568-revision-18/',0,'revision','',0),(9610,1,'2012-02-16 20:32:37','2012-02-17 03:32:37','&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/01/27/photo-du-jour-begins-on-sunday/\" target=\"_blank\">20 days ago I trotted off to France for a week.</a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI\'m sure it all sounds very glamorous (not to mention obnoxious).  <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/10/04/day-354-what-a-difference-a-year-makes/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>A few months ago, I was in Italy.</strong></a>  A few months later, I am in 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enlarge the photos, click once to open the photo in a new page and then click again.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnnecy, France\r\n\r\nCafe in Annecy, France\r\n\r\nCheese display at the outdoor market in Annecy, France\r\n\r\nAnnecy aka \"The Venice of France\"\r\n\r\nPastry case in Annecy France\r\n\r\nLake Annecy\r\n\r\nCappuccino at CARPE DIEM!!!  Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nMy new favorite coffee delight:  Marocchino in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nA piazza in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nAnother piazza in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nAnother marocchino in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nLes Trois Vallées, France\r\n\r\nSite of an Albertville 1992 Winter Olympics ski event:  Courchevel, France\r\n\r\nCrepes at Courchevel Ski Resort\r\n\r\nFrench basement.  God Bless America!\r\n\r\nMéribel, France\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #5:  A Week in France','','inherit','open','open','','9568-revision-20','','','2012-02-16 20:32:37','2012-02-17 03:32:37','',9568,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/16/9568-revision-20/',0,'revision','',0),(9609,1,'2012-02-16 20:31:38','2012-02-17 03:31:38','&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/01/27/photo-du-jour-begins-on-sunday/\" target=\"_blank\">20 days ago I trotted off to France for a week.</a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI\'m sure it all sounds very glamorous (not to mention obnoxious).  <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/10/04/day-354-what-a-difference-a-year-makes/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>A few months ago, I was in Italy.</strong></a>  A few months later, I am in France.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIt has been quite the whirlwind.  Previously, I had yet to visit Europe.  Suddenly, I am a jet-setting fool living a fairy tale life.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI certainly enjoyed the ride, but I have to be honest with you, dear reader.  I have procrastinated writing this post because I have <em>dreaded</em> writing this post.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFairy tales always have happy endings.  In real life, there\'s often a heartbreaking denouement.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn real life, you can be whisked away to a picturesque Storybook Land.  But remember:  Storybook Lands are always home to a dark forest.  And dark forests can be scary.  Especially when there is a wolf lurking about.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn lieu of a blog post travelogue, please accept this photo gallery as my visual representation of Playdate #5:  A Week in France.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[gallery columns=\"4\"]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nPictured left to right, top to bottom:\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(If you would like to enlarge the photos, click once to open the photo in a new page and then click again.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnnecy, France\r\n\r\nCafe in Annecy, France\r\n\r\nCheese display at the outdoor market in Annecy, France\r\n\r\nAnnecy aka \"The Venice of France\"\r\n\r\nPastry case in Annecy France\r\n\r\nLake Annecy\r\n\r\nCappuccino at CARPE DIEM!!!  Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nMy new favorite coffee delight:  Marocchino in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nA piazza in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nAnother piazza in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nAnother marocchino in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nLes Trois Vallées, France\r\n\r\nSite of an Albertville 1992 Winter Olympics ski event:  Courchevel, France\r\n\r\nCrepes at Courchevel Ski Resort\r\n\r\nFrench basement.  God Bless America!\r\n\r\nMéribel, France\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #5:  A Week in France','','inherit','open','open','','9568-revision-19','','','2012-02-16 20:31:38','2012-02-17 03:31:38','',9568,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/16/9568-revision-19/',0,'revision','',0),(9611,1,'2012-02-16 20:34:13','2012-02-17 03:34:13','&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/01/27/photo-du-jour-begins-on-sunday/\" target=\"_blank\">20 days ago I trotted off to France for a week.</a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI\'m sure it all sounds very glamorous (not to mention obnoxious).  <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/10/04/day-354-what-a-difference-a-year-makes/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>A few months ago, I was in Italy.</strong></a>  A few months later, I am in France.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIt has been quite the whirlwind.  Previously, I had yet to visit Europe.  Suddenly, I am a jet-setting fool living a fairy tale life.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI certainly enjoyed the ride, but I have to be honest with you, dear reader.  I have procrastinated writing this post because I have <em>dreaded</em> writing this post.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFairy tales always have happy endings.  In real life, there\'s often a heartbreaking denouement.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn real life, you can be whisked away to a picturesque Storybook Land.  But remember:  Storybook Lands are always home to a dark forest.  And dark forests can be scary.  Especially when there is a wolf lurking about.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn lieu of a blog post travelogue, please accept this photo gallery as my visual representation of Playdate #5:  A Week in France.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[gallery columns=\"4\"]\r\n\r\nPictured left to right, top to bottom:\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(If you would like to enlarge the photos, click once to open the photo in a new page and then click again.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnnecy, France\r\n\r\nCafe in Annecy, France\r\n\r\nCheese display at the outdoor market in Annecy, France\r\n\r\nAnnecy aka \"The Venice of France\"\r\n\r\nPastry case in Annecy France\r\n\r\nLake Annecy\r\n\r\nCappuccino at CARPE DIEM!!!  Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nMy new favorite coffee delight:  Marocchino in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nA piazza in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nAnother piazza in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nAnother marocchino in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nLes Trois Vallées, France\r\n\r\nSite of an Albertville 1992 Winter Olympics ski event:  Courchevel, France\r\n\r\nCrepes at Courchevel Ski Resort\r\n\r\nFrench basement.  God Bless America!\r\n\r\nMéribel, France\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #5:  A Week in the French Alps','','inherit','open','open','','9568-revision-21','','','2012-02-16 20:34:13','2012-02-17 03:34:13','',9568,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/16/9568-revision-21/',0,'revision','',0),(9612,1,'2012-02-16 20:34:35','2012-02-17 03:34:35','&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/01/27/photo-du-jour-begins-on-sunday/\" target=\"_blank\">20 days ago I trotted off to France for a week.</a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI\'m sure it all sounds very glamorous (not to mention obnoxious).  <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/10/04/day-354-what-a-difference-a-year-makes/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>A few months ago, I was in Italy.</strong></a>  A few months later, I am in France.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIt has been quite the whirlwind.  Previously, I had yet to visit Europe.  Suddenly, I am a jet-setting fool living a fairy tale life.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI certainly enjoyed the ride, but I have to be honest with you, dear reader.  I have procrastinated writing this post because I have <em>dreaded</em> writing this post.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFairy tales always have happy endings.  In real life, there\'s often a heartbreaking denouement.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn real life, you can be whisked away to a picturesque Storybook Land.  But remember:  Storybook Lands are always home to a dark forest.  And dark forests can be scary.  Especially when there is a wolf lurking about.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn lieu of a blog post travelogue, please accept this photo gallery as my visual representation of Playdate #5:  A Week in France.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[gallery columns=\"4\"]\r\n\r\nPictured left to right, top to bottom:\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(If you would like to enlarge the photos, click once to open the photo in a new page and then click again.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnnecy, France\r\n\r\nCafe in Annecy, France\r\n\r\nCheese display at the outdoor market in Annecy, France\r\n\r\nAnnecy aka \"The Venice of France\"\r\n\r\nPastry case in Annecy France\r\n\r\nLake Annecy\r\n\r\nCappuccino at CARPE DIEM!!!  Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nMy new favorite coffee delight:  Marocchino in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nA piazza in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nAnother piazza in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nAnother marocchino in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nLes Trois Vallées, France\r\n\r\nSite of an Albertville 1992 Winter Olympics ski event:  Courchevel, France\r\n\r\nCrepes at Courchevel Ski Resort\r\n\r\nFrench basement.  God Bless America!\r\n\r\nMéribel, France\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #5:  A Week in the French Alps','','inherit','open','open','','9568-revision-22','','','2012-02-16 20:34:35','2012-02-17 03:34:35','',9568,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/16/9568-revision-22/',0,'revision','',0),(9613,1,'2012-02-16 21:12:12','2012-02-17 04:12:12','&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/01/27/photo-du-jour-begins-on-sunday/\" target=\"_blank\">21 days ago I trotted off to France for a week.</a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI\'m sure it all sounds very glamorous (not to mention obnoxious).  <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/10/04/day-354-what-a-difference-a-year-makes/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>A few months ago, I was in Italy.</strong></a>  A few months later, I am in France.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIt has been quite the whirlwind.  Previously, I had yet to visit Europe.  Suddenly, I am a jet-setting fool living a fairy tale life.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI certainly enjoyed the ride, but I have to be honest with you, dear reader.  I have procrastinated writing this post because I have <em>dreaded</em> writing this post.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFairy tales always have happy endings.  In real life, there\'s often a heartbreaking denouement.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn real life, you can be whisked away to a picturesque Storybook Land.  But remember:  Storybook Lands are always home to a dark forest.  And dark forests can be scary.  Especially when there is a wolf lurking about.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn lieu of a blog post travelogue, please accept this photo gallery as my visual representation of Playdate #5:  A Week in France.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[gallery columns=\"4\"]\r\n\r\nPictured left to right, top to bottom:\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(If you would like to enlarge the photos, click once to open the photo in a new page and then click again.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnnecy, France\r\n\r\nCafe in Annecy, France\r\n\r\nCheese display at the outdoor market in Annecy, France\r\n\r\nAnnecy aka \"The Venice of France\"\r\n\r\nPastry case in Annecy France\r\n\r\nLake Annecy\r\n\r\nCappuccino at CARPE DIEM!!!  Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nMy new favorite coffee delight:  Marocchino in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nA piazza in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nAnother piazza in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nAnother marocchino in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nLes Trois Vallées, France\r\n\r\nSite of an Albertville 1992 Winter Olympics ski event:  Courchevel, France\r\n\r\nCrepes at Courchevel Ski Resort\r\n\r\nFrench basement.  God Bless America!\r\n\r\nMéribel, France\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #5:  A Week in the French Alps','','inherit','open','open','','9568-revision-23','','','2012-02-16 21:12:12','2012-02-17 04:12:12','',9568,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/16/9568-revision-23/',0,'revision','',0),(9614,1,'2012-02-16 21:14:26','2012-02-17 04:14:26','&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/01/27/photo-du-jour-begins-on-sunday/\" target=\"_blank\">21 days ago I trotted off to France for a week.</a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI\'m sure it all sounds very glamorous (not to mention obnoxious).  <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/10/04/day-354-what-a-difference-a-year-makes/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>A few months ago, I was in Italy.</strong></a>  A few months later, I am in France.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIt has been quite the whirlwind.  Previously, I had yet to visit Europe.  Suddenly, I am a jet-setting fool living a fairy tale life.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI certainly enjoyed the ride, but I have to be honest with you, dear reader.  I have procrastinated writing this post because I have <em>dreaded</em> writing this post.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFairy tales always have happy endings.  In real life, there is often a heartbreaking denouement.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn real life, you can be whisked away to a picturesque Storybook Land.  But remember:  Storybook Lands are always home to a dark forest.  And dark forests can be scary.  Especially when there is a wolf lurking about.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn lieu of a blog post travelogue, please accept this photo gallery as my visual representation of Playdate #5:  A Week in France.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[gallery columns=\"4\"]\r\n\r\nPictured left to right, top to bottom:\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(If you would like to enlarge the photos, click once to open the photo in a new page and then click again.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnnecy, France\r\n\r\nCafe in Annecy, France\r\n\r\nCheese display at the outdoor market in Annecy, France\r\n\r\nAnnecy aka \"The Venice of France\"\r\n\r\nPastry case in Annecy France\r\n\r\nLake Annecy\r\n\r\nCappuccino at CARPE DIEM!!!  Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nMy new favorite coffee delight:  Marocchino in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nA piazza in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nAnother piazza in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nAnother marocchino in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nLes Trois Vallées, France\r\n\r\nSite of an Albertville 1992 Winter Olympics ski event:  Courchevel, France\r\n\r\nCrepes at Courchevel Ski Resort\r\n\r\nFrench basement.  God Bless America!\r\n\r\nMéribel, France\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #5:  A Week in the French Alps','','inherit','open','open','','9568-revision-24','','','2012-02-16 21:14:26','2012-02-17 04:14:26','',9568,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/16/9568-revision-24/',0,'revision','',0),(9615,1,'2012-02-16 21:16:20','2012-02-17 04:16:20','&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/01/27/photo-du-jour-begins-on-sunday/\" target=\"_blank\">21 days ago I trotted off to France for a week.</a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI\'m sure it all sounds very glamorous (not to mention obnoxious).  <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/10/04/day-354-what-a-difference-a-year-makes/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>A few months ago, I was in Italy.</strong></a>  A few months later, I am in France.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIt has been quite the whirlwind.  Previously, I had yet to visit Europe.  Suddenly, I am a jet-setting fool living a fairy tale life.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI certainly enjoyed the ride, but I have to be honest with you, dear reader.  I have procrastinated writing this post because I have <em>dreaded</em> writing this post.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFairy tales always have happy endings.  In real life, there is often a heartbreaking denouement.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn real life, you can be whisked away to a picturesque Storybook Land.  But remember:  Storybook Lands are always home to a dark forest.  And dark forests can be scary.  Especially when there is a wolf lurking about.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn lieu of a blog post travelogue, please accept this photo gallery as my visual representation of Playdate #5:  A Week in France (and Torino, Italy).\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[gallery columns=\"4\"]\r\n\r\nPictured left to right, top to bottom:\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(If you would like to enlarge the photos, click once to open the photo in a new page and then click again.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnnecy, France\r\n\r\nCafe in Annecy, France\r\n\r\nCheese display at the outdoor market in Annecy, France\r\n\r\nAnnecy aka \"The Venice of France\"\r\n\r\nPastry case in Annecy France\r\n\r\nLake Annecy\r\n\r\nCappuccino at CARPE DIEM!!!  Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nMy new favorite coffee delight:  Marocchino in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nA piazza in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nAnother piazza in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nAnother marocchino in Torino, Italy\r\n\r\nLes Trois Vallées, France\r\n\r\nSite of an Albertville 1992 Winter Olympics ski event:  Courchevel, France\r\n\r\nCrepes at Courchevel Ski Resort\r\n\r\nFrench basement.  God Bless America!\r\n\r\nMéribel, France\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #5:  A Week in the French Alps','','inherit','open','open','','9568-revision-25','','','2012-02-16 21:16:20','2012-02-17 04:16:20','',9568,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/16/9568-revision-25/',0,'revision','',0),(9616,1,'2012-02-21 01:11:18','2012-02-21 08:11:18','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic tales of Working in Jammies are spun to new employees who have to wait an<em> entire 6 months</em> before they are eligible for telecommuting.  The new employees can hardly bear the anticipation of 6 months that suddenly feels like an <em>eternity</em>.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nForget the steady salary, the bonuses, the benefits, and the great culture.  What can possibly outshine Working in Jammies?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>What is it about jammies that cause grownups to drool?</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIs 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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 cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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, it\'s just her nickname) (but she was schooled by nuns) (and the nun memories are not as warm &amp; fuzzy as the milk &amp; cookies) (so I\'m not really sure why it\'s her nickname) recently celebrated her birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Dawn is Queen of Birthdays.  Unlike some women who start to dread their birthday past the age of 29, Dawn greets birthday after birthday with glee.  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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, a career designation which translates to Uber-Nurturing Personality both inside and outside of the classroom.  Which means, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Dawn had only one request of her borderline opportunist party guests.  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Dress code:  Jammies.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor showing up at noon in our jammies, we were rewarded not only with milk &amp; cookies, but also 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, yeah.  I also 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Allow me to let you in on another secret:  </strong></span><span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>I wouldn\'t go back to 29 for anything.  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>And each year I am <em>still</em> ecstatic over my birthday.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho would like to join our Jammies Brigade?  Share your favorite jammies rituals below in the comments section.  Even though the milk &amp; cookies thing never gets old, let\'s be open to new ideas in the name of self-care.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','publish','open','open','','playdate-6-pajama-brunch','','\nhttp://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/05/day-19-poolside-palm-reading/','2012-08-21 09:29:51','2012-08-21 16:29:51','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=9616',0,'post','',5),(9617,1,'2012-02-19 16:01:53','2012-02-19 23:01:53','My friends are obsessed with PJs.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAt 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nEpic 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 now feels like an eternity.  Forget the steady salary, the bonuses, the benefits, and the great culture.  What can possibly outshine Working in Jammies?','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision','','','2012-02-19 16:01:53','2012-02-19 23:01:53','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/19/9616-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(9618,1,'2012-02-19 16:03:52','2012-02-19 23:03:52','My friends are obsessed with PJs.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAt 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nEpic 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?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWhat is it about PJs that cause grown people to drool.  (syn)  Is it because jammies','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-2','','','2012-02-19 16:03:52','2012-02-19 23:03:52','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/19/9616-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(9619,1,'2012-02-20 19:56:30','2012-02-21 02:56:30','My friends are obsessed with jammies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nFirst, 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nEpic 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?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWhat 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?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMy friend, Dawn, (you might remember her as <strong>Sister Dawn Catherine</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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDawn 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis 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 and it feels oh so good to be pampered and loved.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDawn had only one request of her lazy party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-3','','','2012-02-20 19:56:30','2012-02-21 02:56:30','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(9620,1,'2012-02-20 20:15:29','2012-02-21 03:15:29','My friends are obsessed with jammies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nFirst, 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nEpic 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?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWhat 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?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMy friend, Dawn, (you might remember her as <strong>Sister Dawn Catherine</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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDawn 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis 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 and it feels oh so good to be pampered and loved.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWe happily obliged.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nFor 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.  ;-)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOh, yeah.  And I had to purchase my first set of \"cheaters\" a few weeks ago.  They\'re hottie ones in the style of <strong>Lisa Loeb</strong>, but still.  Just you wait, 29ers.  Just you wait.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBut before I go . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\nllow 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It will be worth the wait.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-4','','','2012-02-20 20:15:29','2012-02-21 03:15:29','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(9621,1,'2012-02-20 20:16:29','2012-02-21 03:16:29','My friends are obsessed with jammies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nFirst, 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nEpic 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?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWhat 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?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMy friend, Dawn, (you might remember her as <strong>Sister Dawn Catherine</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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDawn 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis 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 and it feels oh so good to be pampered and loved.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWe happily obliged.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nFor 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.  ;-)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOh, yeah.  And I had to purchase my first set of \"cheaters\" a few weeks ago.  They\'re hottie ones in the style of <strong>Lisa Loeb</strong>, but still.  Just you wait, 29ers.  Just you wait.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBut before I go . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAllow 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-5','','','2012-02-20 20:16:29','2012-02-21 03:16:29','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(9622,1,'2012-02-20 20:18:29','2012-02-21 03:18:29','My friends are obsessed with jammies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nFirst, 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nEpic 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?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWhat 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?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMy friend, Dawn, (you might remember her as <strong>Sister Dawn Catherine</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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDawn 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis 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 and it feels oh so good to be pampered and loved.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWe happily obliged.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nFor 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.  ;-)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOh, yeah.  And I had to purchase my first set of \"cheaters\" a few weeks ago.  They\'re hottie ones in the style of <strong>Lisa Loeb</strong>, but still.  Just you wait, 29ers.  Just you wait.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBut before I go . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAllow 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n************\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWho 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-6','','','2012-02-20 20:18:29','2012-02-21 03:18:29','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(9623,1,'2012-02-20 20:19:29','2012-02-21 03:19:29','My friends are obsessed with jammies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nFirst, 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nEpic 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?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWhat 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?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMy friend, Dawn, (you might remember her as <strong>Sister Dawn Catherine</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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDawn 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis 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 and it feels oh so good to be pampered and loved.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWe happily obliged.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nFor 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.  ;-)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOh, yeah.  And I had to purchase my first set of \"cheaters\" a few weeks ago.  They\'re hottie ones in the style of <strong>Lisa Loeb</strong>, but still.  Just you wait, 29ers.  Just you wait.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBut before I go . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAllow 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n************\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWho 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-7','','','2012-02-20 20:19:29','2012-02-21 03:19:29','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(9624,1,'2012-02-20 20:22:29','2012-02-21 03:22:29','My friends are obsessed with jammies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nFirst, 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nEpic 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?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWhat 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?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMy 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDawn 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWe happily obliged.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nFor 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.  ;-)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOh, 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBut before I go . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAllow 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n************\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWho 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-8','','','2012-02-20 20:22:29','2012-02-21 03:22:29','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(9625,1,'2012-02-20 20:24:37','2012-02-21 03:24:37','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','The Jammy Brigade','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-694','','','2012-02-20 20:24:37','2012-02-21 03:24:37','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(9626,1,'2012-02-20 20:26:57','2012-02-21 03:26:57','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests.  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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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMy 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDawn 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWe happily obliged.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. 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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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9626\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9627\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-10','','','2012-02-20 20:31:05','2012-02-21 03:31:05','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(9630,1,'2012-02-20 20:31:05','2012-02-21 03:31:05','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9625\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9626\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9627\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-11','','','2012-02-20 20:31:05','2012-02-21 03:31:05','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(9631,1,'2012-02-20 20:31:16','2012-02-21 03:31:16','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9625\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9626\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9627\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-12','','','2012-02-20 20:31:16','2012-02-21 03:31:16','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(9632,1,'2012-02-20 20:31:16','2012-02-21 03:31:16','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9625\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9626\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9627\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-13','','','2012-02-20 20:31:16','2012-02-21 03:31:16','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(9633,1,'2012-02-20 20:31:53','2012-02-21 03:31:53','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9625\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9626\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9627\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-14','','','2012-02-20 20:31:53','2012-02-21 03:31:53','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(9634,1,'2012-02-20 20:31:53','2012-02-21 03:31:53','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9625\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9626\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9627\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-15','','','2012-02-20 20:31:53','2012-02-21 03:31:53','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(9635,1,'2012-02-20 20:32:07','2012-02-21 03:32:07','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9625\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9626\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=9627\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-16','','','2012-02-20 20:32:07','2012-02-21 03:32:07','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-16/',0,'revision','',0),(9636,1,'2012-02-20 20:32:07','2012-02-21 03:32:07','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-17','','','2012-02-20 20:32:07','2012-02-21 03:32:07','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-17/',0,'revision','',0),(9637,1,'2012-02-20 20:33:03','2012-02-21 03:33:03','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-18','','','2012-02-20 20:33:03','2012-02-21 03:33:03','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-18/',0,'revision','',0),(9638,1,'2012-02-20 20:33:03','2012-02-21 03:33:03','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-19','','','2012-02-20 20:33:03','2012-02-21 03:33:03','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-19/',0,'revision','',0),(9641,1,'2012-02-20 20:35:25','2012-02-21 03:35:25','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is it about jammies 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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 cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-22','','','2012-02-20 20:35:25','2012-02-21 03:35:25','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-22/',0,'revision','',0),(9639,1,'2012-02-20 20:34:32','2012-02-21 03:34:32','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is it about jammies 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-20','','','2012-02-20 20:34:32','2012-02-21 03:34:32','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-20/',0,'revision','',0),(9640,1,'2012-02-20 20:34:32','2012-02-21 03:34:32','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is it about jammies 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-21','','','2012-02-20 20:34:32','2012-02-21 03:34:32','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-21/',0,'revision','',0),(9642,1,'2012-02-20 20:35:25','2012-02-21 03:35:25','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is it about jammies 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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 cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-23','','','2012-02-20 20:35:25','2012-02-21 03:35:25','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-23/',0,'revision','',0),(9643,1,'2012-02-20 20:36:02','2012-02-21 03:36:02','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is it about jammies 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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 cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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 nun memories are not as warm &amp; fuzzy as the milk &amp; cookies) recently celebrated her birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-24','','','2012-02-20 20:36:02','2012-02-21 03:36:02','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-24/',0,'revision','',0),(9644,1,'2012-02-20 20:36:02','2012-02-21 03:36:02','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is it about jammies 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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 cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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 nun memories are not as warm &amp; fuzzy as the milk &amp; cookies) recently celebrated her birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-25','','','2012-02-20 20:36:02','2012-02-21 03:36:02','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-25/',0,'revision','',0),(9645,1,'2012-02-20 20:36:56','2012-02-21 03:36:56','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is it about jammies 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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 cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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, it\'s just her nickname) (but she was schooled by nuns) (and the nun memories are not as warm &amp; fuzzy as the milk &amp; cookies) (so I\'m not really sure why it\'s her nickname) recently celebrated her birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-26','','','2012-02-20 20:36:56','2012-02-21 03:36:56','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-26/',0,'revision','',0),(9646,1,'2012-02-20 20:36:56','2012-02-21 03:36:56','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is it about jammies 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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 cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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, it\'s just her nickname) (but she was schooled by nuns) (and the nun memories are not as warm &amp; fuzzy as the milk &amp; cookies) (so I\'m not really sure why it\'s her nickname) recently celebrated her birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-27','','','2012-02-20 20:36:56','2012-02-21 03:36:56','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-27/',0,'revision','',0),(9647,1,'2012-02-20 20:38:22','2012-02-21 03:38:22','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is it about jammies 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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 cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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, it\'s just her nickname) (but she was schooled by nuns) (and the nun memories are not as warm &amp; fuzzy as the milk &amp; cookies) (so I\'m not really sure why it\'s her nickname) recently celebrated her birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.  Which means, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-28','','','2012-02-20 20:38:22','2012-02-21 03:38:22','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-28/',0,'revision','',0),(9648,1,'2012-02-20 20:38:22','2012-02-21 03:38:22','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is it about jammies 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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 cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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, it\'s just her nickname) (but she was schooled by nuns) (and the nun memories are not as warm &amp; fuzzy as the milk &amp; cookies) (so I\'m not really sure why it\'s her nickname) recently celebrated her birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.  Which means, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-29','','','2012-02-20 20:38:22','2012-02-21 03:38:22','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-29/',0,'revision','',0),(9649,1,'2012-02-20 20:40:37','2012-02-21 03:40:37','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is it about jammies 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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 cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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, it\'s just her nickname) (but she was schooled by nuns) (and the nun memories are not as warm &amp; fuzzy as the milk &amp; cookies) (so I\'m not really sure why it\'s her nickname) recently celebrated her birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.  Which means, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow me to let you in on another secret.  I wouldn\'t go back to 29 for anything.  And each year I am <em>still</em> ecstatic over my birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-30','','','2012-02-20 20:40:37','2012-02-21 03:40:37','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-30/',0,'revision','',0),(9650,1,'2012-02-20 21:09:58','2012-02-21 04:09:58','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nFirst, 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nEpic tales of Working in Jammies are spun to new employees who have to wait an<em> entire 6 months</em> before they are eligible for telecommuting.  The new employees can hardly bear the anticipation of 6 months that suddenly feels like an <em>eternity</em>.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nForget the steady salary, the bonuses, the benefits, and the great culture.  What can possibly outshine Working in Jammies?\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>What is it about jammies that cause grownups to drool?</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nIs 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?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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 cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMy 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, it\'s just her nickname) (but she was schooled by nuns) (and the nun memories are not as warm &amp; fuzzy as the milk &amp; cookies) (so I\'m not really sure why it\'s her nickname) recently celebrated her birthday.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Dawn is Queen of Birthdays.  Unlike some women who start to dread their birthday past the age of 29, Dawn greets birthday after birthday with glee.  </strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nKind 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis 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, a career designation which translates to Uber-Nurturing Personality both inside and outside of the classroom.  Which means, 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Dawn had only one request of her borderline opportunist party guests.  </strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Dress code:  Jammies.</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWe happily obliged.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nFor showing up at noon in our jammies, we were rewarded not only with milk &amp; cookies, but also 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOh, yeah.  I also 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.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBut before I go . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Allow me to let you in on another secret:  </strong></span><span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>I wouldn\'t go back to 29 for anything.  And each year I am <em>still</em> ecstatic over my birthday.</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n************\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWho 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, let\'s be open to new ideas in the name of self-care.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-autosave','','','2012-02-20 21:09:58','2012-02-21 04:09:58','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(9651,1,'2012-02-20 20:40:38','2012-02-21 03:40:38','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is it about jammies 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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 cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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, it\'s just her nickname) (but she was schooled by nuns) (and the nun memories are not as warm &amp; fuzzy as the milk &amp; cookies) (so I\'m not really sure why it\'s her nickname) recently celebrated her birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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.  Which means, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow me to let you in on another secret.  I wouldn\'t go back to 29 for anything.  And each year I am <em>still</em> ecstatic over my birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-31','','','2012-02-20 20:40:38','2012-02-21 03:40:38','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-31/',0,'revision','',0),(9652,1,'2012-02-20 20:44:06','2012-02-21 03:44:06','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is it about jammies that cause grownups to drool?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIs 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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 cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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, it\'s just her nickname) (but she was schooled by nuns) (and the nun memories are not as warm &amp; fuzzy as the milk &amp; cookies) (so I\'m not really sure why it\'s her nickname) recently celebrated her birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>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.  </strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Kind of like someone else we know who\'s blogger initials are LB and whose real life initials are MD.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis is one of the many reason why Dawn and I are lifelong friends.  We speak each other\'s birthday language.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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, a career designation which translates to Uber-Nurturing Personality both inside and outside of the classroom.  Which means, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Dawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow me to let you in on another secret.  I wouldn\'t go back to 29 for anything.  And each year I am <em>still</em> ecstatic over my birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-32','','','2012-02-20 20:44:06','2012-02-21 03:44:06','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-32/',0,'revision','',0),(9653,1,'2012-02-20 20:44:06','2012-02-21 03:44:06','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is it about jammies that cause grownups to drool?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIs 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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 cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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, it\'s just her nickname) (but she was schooled by nuns) (and the nun memories are not as warm &amp; fuzzy as the milk &amp; cookies) (so I\'m not really sure why it\'s her nickname) recently celebrated her birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>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.  </strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Kind of like someone else we know who\'s blogger initials are LB and whose real life initials are MD.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis is one of the many reason why Dawn and I are lifelong friends.  We speak each other\'s birthday language.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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, a career designation which translates to Uber-Nurturing Personality both inside and outside of the classroom.  Which means, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Dawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow me to let you in on another secret.  I wouldn\'t go back to 29 for anything.  And each year I am <em>still</em> ecstatic over my birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-33','','','2012-02-20 20:44:06','2012-02-21 03:44:06','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-33/',0,'revision','',0),(9654,1,'2012-02-20 20:45:07','2012-02-21 03:45:07','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is it about jammies that cause grownups to drool?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIs 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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 cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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, it\'s just her nickname) (but she was schooled by nuns) (and the nun memories are not as warm &amp; fuzzy as the milk &amp; cookies) (so I\'m not really sure why it\'s her nickname) recently celebrated her birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>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.  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Kind of like someone else we know who\'s blogger initials are LB and whose real life initials are MD.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis is one of the many reason why Dawn and I are lifelong friends.  We speak each other\'s birthday language.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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, a career designation which translates to Uber-Nurturing Personality both inside and outside of the classroom.  Which means, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Dawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow me to let you in on another secret.  I wouldn\'t go back to 29 for anything.  And each year I am <em>still</em> ecstatic over my birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-34','','','2012-02-20 20:45:07','2012-02-21 03:45:07','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-34/',0,'revision','',0),(9655,1,'2012-02-20 20:45:07','2012-02-21 03:45:07','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is it about jammies that cause grownups to drool?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIs 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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 cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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, it\'s just her nickname) (but she was schooled by nuns) (and the nun memories are not as warm &amp; fuzzy as the milk &amp; cookies) (so I\'m not really sure why it\'s her nickname) recently celebrated her birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>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.  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Kind of like someone else we know who\'s blogger initials are LB and whose real life initials are MD.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis is one of the many reason why Dawn and I are lifelong friends.  We speak each other\'s birthday language.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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, a career designation which translates to Uber-Nurturing Personality both inside and outside of the classroom.  Which means, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Dawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  Dress code:  Jammies.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAllow me to let you in on another secret.  I wouldn\'t go back to 29 for anything.  And each year I am <em>still</em> ecstatic over my birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-35','','','2012-02-20 20:45:07','2012-02-21 03:45:07','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-35/',0,'revision','',0),(9656,1,'2012-02-20 20:46:54','2012-02-21 03:46:54','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is it about jammies that cause grownups to drool?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIs 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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 cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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, it\'s just her nickname) (but she was schooled by nuns) (and the nun memories are not as warm &amp; fuzzy as the milk &amp; cookies) (so I\'m not really sure why it\'s her nickname) recently celebrated her birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>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.  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Kind of like someone else we know who\'s blogger initials are LB and whose real life initials are MD.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis is one of the many reason why Dawn and I are lifelong friends.  We speak each other\'s birthday language.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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, a career designation which translates to Uber-Nurturing Personality both inside and outside of the classroom.  Which means, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Dawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Dress code:  Jammies.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Allow me to let you in on another secret.  I wouldn\'t go back to 29 for anything.  And each year I am <em>still</em> ecstatic over my birthday.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-36','','','2012-02-20 20:46:54','2012-02-21 03:46:54','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-36/',0,'revision','',0),(9657,1,'2012-02-20 20:46:54','2012-02-21 03:46:54','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is it about jammies that cause grownups to drool?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIs 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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 cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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, it\'s just her nickname) (but she was schooled by nuns) (and the nun memories are not as warm &amp; fuzzy as the milk &amp; cookies) (so I\'m not really sure why it\'s her nickname) recently celebrated her birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>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.  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Kind of like someone else we know who\'s blogger initials are LB and whose real life initials are MD.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis is one of the many reason why Dawn and I are lifelong friends.  We speak each other\'s birthday language.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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, a career designation which translates to Uber-Nurturing Personality both inside and outside of the classroom.  Which means, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Dawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Dress code:  Jammies.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Allow me to let you in on another secret.  I wouldn\'t go back to 29 for anything.  And each year I am <em>still</em> ecstatic over my birthday.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-37','','','2012-02-20 20:46:54','2012-02-21 03:46:54','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-37/',0,'revision','',0),(9658,1,'2012-02-20 20:48:38','2012-02-21 03:48:38','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic tales of Working in Jammies are spun to new employees who have to wait an<em> entire 6 months</em> before they are eligible for telecommuting.  The new employees nearly drool over the anticipation of the 6 months that suddenly feels like an <em>eternity</em>.  Forget the steady salary, the bonuses, the benefits, and the great culture.  What can possibly outshine Working in Jammies?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is it about jammies that cause grownups to drool?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIs 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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 cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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, it\'s just her nickname) (but she was schooled by nuns) (and the nun memories are not as warm &amp; fuzzy as the milk &amp; cookies) (so I\'m not really sure why it\'s her nickname) recently celebrated her birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>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.  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Kind of like someone else we know who\'s blogger initials are LB and whose real life initials are MD.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis is one of the many reason why Dawn and I are lifelong friends.  We speak each other\'s birthday language.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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, a career designation which translates to Uber-Nurturing Personality both inside and outside of the classroom.  Which means, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Dawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Dress code:  Jammies.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Allow me to let you in on another secret.  I wouldn\'t go back to 29 for anything.  And each year I am <em>still</em> ecstatic over my birthday.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-38','','','2012-02-20 20:48:38','2012-02-21 03:48:38','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-38/',0,'revision','',0),(9659,1,'2012-02-20 20:48:38','2012-02-21 03:48:38','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic tales of Working in Jammies are spun to new employees who have to wait an<em> entire 6 months</em> before they are eligible for telecommuting.  The new employees nearly drool over the anticipation of the 6 months that suddenly feels like an <em>eternity</em>.  Forget the steady salary, the bonuses, the benefits, and the great culture.  What can possibly outshine Working in Jammies?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is it about jammies that cause grownups to drool?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIs 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?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . 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 cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy 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, it\'s just her nickname) (but she was schooled by nuns) (and the nun memories are not as warm &amp; fuzzy as the milk &amp; cookies) (so I\'m not really sure why it\'s her nickname) recently celebrated her birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>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.  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Kind of like someone else we know who\'s blogger initials are LB and whose real life initials are MD.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis is one of the many reason why Dawn and I are lifelong friends.  We speak each other\'s birthday language.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis 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, a career designation which translates to Uber-Nurturing Personality both inside and outside of the classroom.  Which means, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Dawn had only one request of her semi-opportunist party guests.  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Dress code:  Jammies.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor 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.  ;-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Allow me to let you in on another secret.  I wouldn\'t go back to 29 for anything.  And each year I am <em>still</em> ecstatic over my birthday.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho 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.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-39','','','2012-02-20 20:48:38','2012-02-21 03:48:38','',9616,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/20/9616-revision-39/',0,'revision','',0),