Any birthday that starts off like this:
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQQObGJwN7WiCq80aSw8_oucTPrPAGT1SxA4tg4Ka-4ZQKjIHTdQNdoSlx_inkJrLfXbXo_dxm1cevOSXY0165Yf9jEk4HLHR5hXRSsOY17FYKvU5D4-xutxSfQIEfRhCSl1JiVGLIYCC/s400/June+2011+187.jpg)
And ends like this:
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih5DfARBfKESzuAQiS4lwKQUMcKfrwLkAb-_JpkmIAXElqFgfdvL7z5xGPTGq3bhCq2yP2JoBSnDH6dS1xiJC4ZDbd-h_8Mv6I8fbcZVMLYqSsGQqpJ5yWHVR6zE9uhpkyH6S1ZRTRqp5G/s400/June+2011+213.jpg)
Balloon and streamer filled cubicle at work + crown + birthday wand + cupcakes + lunch that involved wearing a sombrero + calls + texts + e-mails + cards + David's grilled cheese sandwiches + cake + ice cream + Kindle = One really happy Rachel!
1 comment:
Usually I don't condone working on one's birthday, but for all that happened, I will give this an exception. :[)
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