I woke up early, and stretched. I made myself a normal breakfast (an egg and cheese sandwich) not something concocted from scavenging bits of condiments and dried prop pasta from empty kitchen cabinets. I took vitamins on purpose and without my mother pleading and threatening brittle bones. (I didn’t even remember I owned vitamins.) I brushed and — although I had nothing stuck to or in between my teeth — I flossed. I came to work on time.
I am now a grown up. (This will probably last 1 – 3 days. However long I have until the weekend.)

Wha? Bday! Happy! Get someone to give you a birthday smooch with yer clean teeth and all.
Happy Birthday. And congrats on the self-motivated flossing!
oh phooey, I missed calling you on your birthday! Waah, shame on me! Happy birthday, chica. You are so darn cool!