Slow Adventures in Slothville

December 19, 2006

Happy Slothday

Filed under: Family, Slothyness — shhville @ 4:33 pm

You know what isn’t very interesting? Turning 31. I completely forgot that my birthday was coming up until a few days ago and now here it is and I’m not even excited at all. But I’d rather have a lame birthday that turned out to have some good bits than a big, exciting, planned birthday that turns out to be lame, which is usually what happens. In fact, I think this is my first adult birthday for which I am not at all morose. Cool.

My roommate and I went up to Maine for my mom’s 50th birthday last weekend and had so much fun, Icannoteventellyou. Evvvvvveryone was there – people I haven’t seen since I was a kid, my preschool teacher, my babysitter, all of my mom’s good friends that I spend every Thanksgiving with and a whole shitload of people I didn’t even know. Toward the end of the party my roommate said, “You know, I used to think we were like Will and Grace, but now I think we’re like Dharma and Greg.” I said, “Why, because I was raised by hippies?” and he was like, “Yeah, and I was raised by Republicans!!”

Here are a couple of the conversations that helped him discover our true sitcom identities:

Sloth: “When I was little, Rita was my preschool teacher.”

Roommate: “Wow!”

Sloth: “She used to let me sit in the dirty leaf pile and pick out earthworms. That was my favorite thing to do.”

Rita: “What was the blonde boy’s name that you were friends with?”

Sloth: “Leith.”

Rita: “Riiiiight, Leith…. And there was River and Oceanus…..”

Roommate: “What are you talking about?”

Sloth: “Kids in my class.”

Rita: “My favorite memory of that time was one day when you were all taking a nap and we were trying to decide what to do when you woke up. So we made batches of spaghetti with food coloring and you all took turns throwing them at the wall to make wall art.”

Sloth: “So fun!!”

Roommate: “…..”


Sloth: “That’s Gail and Leanne. They’ve been together since before I was born.”

Roommate: “What do they do?”

Sloth: “They breed dogs and get high. Oh, there they go. I’ll introduce you when they come back in.”


Papa Sloth: “Honey, this is Martin, do you remember him?”

Sloth: “………nope.”

Papa Sloth: “He’s a poet.”

Sloth: “Oh, cool. Nice to meet you.”

Martin: “Great party.”

Mama Sloth: “Slothy, you remember Martin, he was the stiltwalker in the puppet circus.”

Sloth: “Ohhhhhhhhhh! Right!!”

There were many more but I just got a dozen roses in the mail that I have to put in water. Happy my birthday, everyone!



  1. Happy birthday, beautiful little earthworm-lovin’ Sloth. xoxo

    Comment by Aimee — December 19, 2006 @ 4:37 pm

  2. Instacomment! I love those!

    Comment by shhville — December 19, 2006 @ 4:39 pm

  3. Stilt walker with the Bread and Puppet Circus, I imagine, which no hippie kid in New England could be with out!

    Happy Birthday to you, Sweet Sloth. I also found that the post Big 3-0 birthdays were a little more mellow. I don’t need to be birthday princess anymore. A half day at a spa by myself or with one or two friends has become my ritual for this new decade. Why remind everyone that I’m not 28 anymore if my face doesn’t show it yet?

    Comment by Robyn — December 19, 2006 @ 5:03 pm


    Comment by E-Lo — December 19, 2006 @ 5:26 pm

  5. Happy birthday, you dirty hippie.

    Comment by The Retropolitan — December 19, 2006 @ 5:59 pm

  6. Happy B-day Sloth!

    Comment by M — December 19, 2006 @ 6:03 pm

  7. Happy Slothday!

    Comment by shelley — December 19, 2006 @ 6:21 pm

  8. Happy Birthday Furbutt!!!

    Comment by Tot — December 19, 2006 @ 6:21 pm

  9. Oh no, I still have to have big parties! But then, I always find the year AFTER the big ones… 22, 26, 31 were the harder ones, cause the thrill was gone, and I wanted it BACK!

    Happy birfday!!!

    Comment by Foundme — December 19, 2006 @ 11:51 pm

  10. happy birthday! how many is 31 in sloth years?

    *off to make food coloring spaghetti*

    Comment by ESC — December 20, 2006 @ 2:31 am

  11. Happy birthday, worm girl.

    (I convinced my mom to let me raise worms in her corningware when I was little, so I totally understand where you were coming from.)

    Comment by Julie — December 20, 2006 @ 5:11 am

  12. You have mail.

    Comment by Tot — December 20, 2006 @ 4:14 pm

  13. Happy Birthday you young hippie you!

    I found that after 30, all the birthdays were no big deal until 40. And that wasn’t such a big deal either. So just enjoy them from now on!

    Comment by Vince — December 20, 2006 @ 5:33 pm

  14. It’s wrong to lurk when there are birthday wishes to transmit. 🙂

    Comment by wunelle — December 21, 2006 @ 2:33 am

  15. Oh yeah, so happy birthday!

    Comment by wunelle — December 21, 2006 @ 2:33 am

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