My birthday came and went, as all birthdays tend to do. It went really well. I only got one strange comment from a bank teller (who was the human equivalent of biting on tinfoil) who noticed from my driver's license that it was the big day and made a tsk noise and said it was all downhill from here with no trace of humor. Hmm. I choked down the compulsion to punch him in the face and smiled until my cheeks hurt. In my head I sang "Happy Birthday to me" and felt better.
The funny thing about being out doing sales for the summer is that I have to wait ALL day to go out on a date. Steve came home early (8:45), so we went to the Olive Garden. Yum. They have those in Ohio, too. Afterward, we went to the movie theater and saw Inception. It was good in a disturbing, subconscious, controlled through your dreams, Matrix-y kind of way. Leonardo DiCaprio no longer looks like I outweigh him, and that is good.
During the day, I had the best brownie I have ever had from Panera Bread. Felisha, you were so right. Panera Bread is Nirvana. The aforementioned brownie was almost black it was so full of chocolate-y goodness, it had little bits of chocolate chips, and it was the perfect amount of munchy/chewy. I inhaled it and wished after that I had gazed at it fondly and named it first. I even shared with my daughter and then wondered, guiltily, why I had.
All in all a good day.
