Happy Clams! It's your BIRTHDAY!

Well...31's here. I had a pretty okay low-key birthday for the most part. Cupcakes infiltrated all areas of my life but that's okay. Jeff's supposed to be getting me a new camera, but I have to wait until Monday when he gets a day off. Mine's been pissing me off a lot because the lens thingy sticks since my nephew spilled Coke on it so you have to pry it apart any time you wanna take a picture. Pain in the ass.

Work was fun on Friday. They brought in giant cupcakes and left flowers and confetti on my desk. Plus there was an Easter Egg Coloring Contest which I sadly lost by a mere 2 votes. I told you my job was a lot like kindergarten. Anyway, I took some pictures...so here ya go:

My cubicle. There was a lot goin' on.

Spare cubicle filled with cupcakey goodness.

This balloon sings a weird little Spongebob diddy anytime you tap it. On the ride home from work it went off 14 times. Shit was wild, son.

Flowers :) And the infamous Weight Watchers mug. I bought one for home too. I'm not AS obsessed with Dwight Shrute as this picture may portray. But they don't really have Jim merchandise...so yeah.

Yay, my card! Do these people know me or what?

Giant cupcake. Any cupcake you have to eat with a fork is really pushing the limits, but they are limits I'm willing to push.

Contestants! I was the 4th one up there. Like the only one that's an actual circle. I also stuck up that picture of my assistant manager because her head is shaped like an egg and that shit was hilarious to me. I had the picture from this awesome banner I made for Boss' Day last year. I don't just have spare pictures of my bosses at my desk for no reason, I'm not some fucking weirdo! For real, I'm not.

Me and my egg! That is a weird look on my face, I dunno. Looks like I was crying but also being forced to smile. "Stop that crying before I give you something to cry about!"

This is just a picture of my favorite things from my desk. My BFF finger-paper-sorter thing, miniature Love Buddha, a dino, Triceratops with top hat (obv.) and a Marge miniature bobble head. Marge was not my first choice, but when it comes to those quarter machines, I never seem to have any luck getting what I want. I tried 3 times and got 3 Marges. Meant.to.be.

That's it, dudes. I did pretty good foodwise this week until Thursday when all hell exploded and all I can say is that I know my birthday isn't a good enough excuse, but it's the best one I got right now. Free ribs, you know? Talk to you cats later.