Frumpy Middle-aged Mom: Curly Girl’s birthday was a jet-set affair

January is always special around our house because it’s Curly Girl’s birthday month, although she gets ripped off every year, because we’re all sick of holiday partying by then, and she just gets a cake and maybe a balloon. If I make it to the store in time, that is. If not, she gets a firm congratulatory handshake and a free Grand Slam at Denny’s.
She’s also been metaphorically robbed a few times by our tendency to travel right after New Year, during which her brot