My Italian Birthday Feast

Way, way back in the day when I was the party queen, as in going out to P-A-R-T-Y, hitting all the hots spots and dining in fancy to-die-for 5-Star joints meant life was awesome. As a young grandma raising our grandson, my daytime world revolved around PTA, school and church functions. Anything that required high-heeled shoes was a big deal. Hubby wore a suit and tie to the office back then, so his weekends were all about blue jeans and tee-shirts. Since blue jeans and tee-shirts are the standard issue uniform for stay-at-home type people, my weekends were all about the simple black dress. As in any good marriage, we learned to compromise. On the weekends, we lounged during the day, then called a sitter and painted the town at night. We had the best of both worlds.

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