Yesterday was great. C had off work, so we did birthday stuff for me. Went to see a movie, met M for some food. And I got presents! A gift card to Sephora (she knows I love me some makeup) and a really nice French press. Observe the awesomeness—I have been drinking coffee all morning:
And then! There’s a knock on the door, and a man is standing there. He hands me this:
Which is completely delicious. I can’t believe it: a bouquet of chocolate-dipped, HUGE strawberries, some covered with pecans and fresh coconut.
I’ve already eaten a couple. They’re fantastic. I can’t believe C did that.
And tonight, G and K are having a bday party for me. K is cooking (which in itself is completely awesome because everything he cooks puts me into a very happy food coma), and it is a murder mystery dinner thing. I don’t completely know what that means but I’m very excited!
I told you I was way spoiled. And I haven’t even mentioned what my parents gave me.