So yesterday was my birthday.
One of the guys I work with bought me a breakfast sandwich. The good kind, on a bagel, with sausage and super yummy thick sliced cheese.
Another guy bought me lunch at Chik-fil-A. A chicken sandwich. Fries. Oh, and a big, thick chocolate milkshake.
My mother-in-law brought over cupcakes and ice cream bon-bons after Mike and I had our dinner of meat loaf and mashed potatoes.
All of these people were inordinately generous, and they have my thanks. I appreciate the food, really. REALLY. I'm very touched that everyone thought of me on my special day.
Now that it's over, I'd like them to knock it off.