I fail to believe that just because it's your birthday, people should automatically be nice to you, the world should do you a favor and things should go your way. I fail to believe that, because today is my boss' birthday.
I considered baking cupcakes, but the process of mixing, baking and cleaning seemed undeserved for the man who's said my actions and/or thoughts are retarded on numerous occasions, all said as terms of endearment --trust me. I felt the love.
With a headstrong attitude, I went in today with my decision. No, the world does not shine on those who cast shadows wherever they go. After standing over my shoulder barking for four hours, called 10 times in a row within 45 minutes or asking to spell the word "lively", he doesn't explain the sour snap that comes from me and I've now been graced with the nickname grumpy (again, another term of endearment, I'm sure). Well, he would get grumpy here and now! HA! My co-worker adamantly agreed, "after all, he didn't get me anything for my birthday. At least he got you a card."
Wait, what?
Overwhelming feeling of guilt. Scene: me running in 4-in stiletto heels to the nearest Dunkin' Donuts. 50 munchkins, please. Preference? Bavarian Creme.
Perhaps I am the Bavarian Creme munchkin. A doughy outside that turned stale and crusty, pretending it's a solid whole of a donut while in reality hiding a sweet Bavarian creme, similar to sap.
Stupid munchkin.
Hmm... perhaps I will lick all 50 munchkins as revenge. Nah, not worth the extra calories. I'm such a sucker.
Photo credit: The Club 249 | Dunkin Donuts
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