Obstacles to proper celebration:
Expired driver’s license.
Good feelings keep coming, however. My lovely Eagles’ Nest coworkers burst out in song as I reached for the time clock this morning. Thirty facebook salutes later, I’m ready to go to class and share “homemade” cookies with everyone for a hobbit-style birthday. (Albertson’s lied to me: there are no oats in their oatmeal raisin cookie mix and never were. If I had had fridge space and time to eat ingredients, I would have made better cookies myself.)
Mom, I’m glad you had me. Thanks.