Dream Silently

I think, no, it has to of been the doing of our office manager.

Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me. I smell like a monkey, and I act like one too.

I’m actually the first one at the office today. I come in and I notice that my office door is like nearly closed. I’m the only one in this area, so I’m thinking to myself, why the heck is my door closed?? I didn’t close it last night.

Pop it open and there’s cupcakes on my desk, a pink lay, a candle with helium balloons and a crown that says happy birthday… and glitter. It’s everywhere. Across my keyboard, across my desk, across my chair and floor…

Oooo, G had fun, she sure did.

I’m in a good mood. Things are going okay with Joe and we’re leaving tomorrow to go to Dad’s for christmas. Thanks for all the comments on the previous entry… I still haven’t heard back from the bank, but I did get warned that it could be until after christmas before I’ll know for sure. ::sighs::