as of...2:35 AM today. That's right, dear readers, it's my birthday. Go ahead, celebrate.
My inter-office birthday buddy (IOBB) is awesome, dear readers. She not only baked me a cake (oh yes, with the OVEN), she provided me with birthday daffodils, a birthday balloon, a birthday card (signed by our officemates), and a birthday starbucks card. She rocks my socks. Oh yes she does. [You can see the flowers and the baloon in the photo. Good photo, eh? So many birthday-specific props.]
My other inter-office birthday pals (IOBPs) helped me celebrate by doing one or more of the following: a) joining me for lunch today, b) joining me for lunch on Thursday (my IOBB coudn't make it to lunch today and so organized an office lunch for me on Thursday), c) showering me with gifts* and good wishes, and/or d) posing in my birthday TIMWAS (see below).
Jules got her hairs cut since you saw her last. You should comment on how cute her hairs look. She didn't take much length off the front, just stacked in the back. You know how it is. The sad thing is that the salon was having technical difficulties with their water system and she had to have her hairs washed in cold water. That's pretty lame, I think. Plus, she didn't even get a free haircut out of the deal. The happy thing is that we went to Panera for lunch and she (not so) casually noted that it was my birthday, and then I got a free cookie out of the deal. Okay, so those two things are not at all related. But one is happy and one is sad. So there. They're opposites. Opposites are related, right? I mean, they attract.
Note that Second Sam has a prop. This is not super newsworthy, as you know, but I'd like to point it out anyway. It's a star-shaped box. She said, "I'll hold this. Because you are a star. That will be cute." It's hard to see the star-shaped box behind the sign. That's why I'm explaining all this. If you could see the star-shaped box better, you'd probably think to yourself, "hmm...I bet she's holding that because she thinks that cupcake is a star. How cute." and then I wouldn't need to be explaining. But the box is smaller than one might think. Especially on the diagonal.
Also, it's cold like a meat locker in Sam's cube. I knit her some Bob Crachits. She likes them. They help keep her hands from feeling like frozen meat.
Stephen likes to play too. He's rocking out...see the earbuds? (They're in his ears.) (I wonder what he's listening to? Monks chanting? Hard-core English Metal? Spanish lessons? Comment below if you think you know.)
He is also dancing, thus the crappy photo quality. It's hard to photograph a dancer in a dark cubical. Yes it is. He sits on one of those ball chairs that make you have good posture and stuff, so to dance he can just bounce. He's on a bouncy ball chair. Yes, he is. Remember those? With the handle? Well, this is essentially that, but in an approved office Grown Up version.
Now that I'm thinking about it, I gots to get me one of those.
WAIT! This just in: My dear Mother-In-Law has sent me a TIMWAS submission. Can you believe it!?!? What a fabulous birthday gift! (and look how cute she is... and look, behind her...could it be...a gavron tag? why yes! yes it could! Thanks for the subliminal advertising!!!)
Unsolicited submissions to TIMWAS make my heart melt. A lot.
