Paper Cuts and Birthdays

I stood at a copier for over seven hours today.

I never want to work at Kinko's. I would not heart inhaling that much toner everyday.

P.S. my digital camera is still being an ignorant poop, so I had to find this picture. Not neat.

But today is Jessica's birthday (she's the boss of me for anyone who is just tuning into this blog). So we had not one, but two cakes, and we're about to go grab a drink at our favorite bar, Lucky's. Oh boy. Crab Rangoon, here we come!

But it's better than the last birthday we had, which was Cindy's, a woman who works here. We were convinced it was her birthday. We made a card for her and everything and I went to deliver it to her and she looked at it and said, "Happy birthday? Happy birthday? It's not my birthday."

Silence.

My coherent answer: "Um, are you sure?"

Her answer? "Yes."

So to make a long story short, we read her information wrong. Her birthday was in March. She registered to vote on September 30, 198something. So instead of reading DOB, we read DOR.

We laughed and had a cake. After all, shouldn't we all celebrate the day we register to vote? Of course, I can't remember mine, but oh well.

We're awesome.