Yesterday was my birthday. On my way to the subway in the morning, I found a dollar bill on the ground. Today is not my birthday. On my way to the subway this morning, I found a piece of someone's hair weave. I didn't pick it up. And speaking of treasure hunts, when I got home yesterday, I opened my mailbox, as I am wont to do to check my mail. Inside my box was a couple of pieces of candy that had spilled out of the pinata and been left on the sidewalk. Here's my question, how did the mail carrier know that the pinata candy belonged to me? Or did the mail lady put some candy from the street in everyone's mailbox? And who in Brooklyn would eat slightly soggy candy that turned up in their mailbox (besides me)?
Here's another question: those boxes of Annie's Organic Macaroni and Cheese, that's one serving right?
Also, it turns out that PatriotDave decided to celebrate my birthday by drinking a $10 cup of coffee that had previously been shat out of an Indonesian cat*.
*Note: this is not an approved way of celebrating Cupcake's birthday.
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I was going to just send you an e-card, but its hard to find one for free these days (at least without registering for Hallmark's mailing list). But really, poo coffe is a better gift, isn't it? Especially since you didn't drink it.
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