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For my husband Mike’s 33rd birthday, he decided he wanted a pajama party.  I said, “Okay!”  We wore pajamas, ate cold cereal, played Operation and marble works, colored with crayons and took ridiculous photos.  We partied.

Jenga and Batman also partied.  Even Buddha came to the party [whom we affectionately call Grandpa Bob, as Mike thought the statue was of his grandpa when he was growing up]. With Joy,

Heather España