Birthdays call for cake, and when getting the office to celebrate one is like pulling teeth, birthdays call for GOOD cake. I'm grateful for a concrete way to support the indefatigable office cheerleader while her parents are introducing her to the amazing world of aged-ness. So pitching in to get the cake (that she normally would have) for our colleague turned out to be a gift to both of them.
It also lets me eat yummy birthday cake on my mom's birthday. While she's 6 hours up the highway, that and a phone call are the closest I'll get this year.
(there's a Lenten dispensation for birthdays, right?)
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