The older I get, the more I reminisce on memories of birthdays past. My parents were either saints or had an excellent supply of sleep aids because our house was THE spot for slumber parties. We're talking gaggles of gals making up dances, playing games, chatting with crushes on AOL Instant Messenger, the whole shebang!

In fact, every fall we tossed up a tent or two in the backyard so I could have friends over any time I wanted, and we would just sleep out there. I see now that that may have been how my parents dealt with a house full of loud young ladies. Just make our noise and boom box playing mix CDs, the neighbors' problem! Haha! Luckily, to my knowledge, no one ever complained.

We did have unexpected visitors on occasion. One time, my friend's mom (lookin' at you, Dita Neely!) snuc

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