Blow me, candle style! *see new pic!

Happy birthday today to Winona Ryder, Randy Jackson (DAWG!), Richard Dreyfuss and ME!

Yes, you heard me right.

On this very day, 34 amazing years ago, I graced the world with my presence. Stop - yes, I know I don't look a day over 25. I’m the 5th of 6 children to me madre, the smartest and prettiest of us all. And the most modest (natch!).

Today I slept in, plan to stay in my jammies and soft plush slippers until I go to the spa, where I’ll be pampered with a massage, facial, mani and pedi – and served bon bons and champagne. When I return home, I will nap. And when the boyz all return home, I will be showered with gifts that sparkle and have lots of $$$ attached and they will bake me cupcakes and serve me.

C’mon, are you fucking kidding me?

I was up at 4.30am, did laundry and made lunches, was puked on and handed a booger.

All before 8am.

But my Big Kiss did say “I need to give you a birfday kiss. No. On the cheek.” And Mr. Kiss even remembered to wish me a happy. I’ve had lots and lots of e-mail wishes (Facebook and Cirque du Soleil - they remembered!) and got a few cards. The above pic is by far the funniest so far. It says “Wackadoo.” And I SOL when I opened it.

So it’s just another day in the life of Momma Kiss.

But inside I’m happy. I’m have made it through another year with an amazing, healthy family; I have a good job and am respected and I have fantastic friends.

I'm off to try to guess how old frikkin Richard Dreyfuss is.

And in the words of Fitty Cent:

Go shawty, it's ur birfday; Gonna parhty like it's your birfday...

Here's a little update! I got flowers. At WORK! YAY ME!!!! I'm loved. For Reals.