It's not my birthday, but in my dream last night it was.
And it was a very cool dream. I had started back to college to get a Masters Degree in Who-Knows-What. My 8:00 class ran over by about 30 minutes so I missed my 9:00 class which—if you know me—threw me into a tailspin. I never cut class. Ever. So it was a little traumatic. (#overachiever)
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The flowers and balloons were delivered to our table and Benedict (we're friends so I can call him by his first name) got a bit shy and embarrassed by the delivery because he didn't want The Husband to think he was hitting on me, but he also wanted to do something nice for my birthday so it was all the more sweet that he cared both about my birthday and about my husband's feelings. I'm sure he's a nice guy like that in real life, too.
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