In honor of my birthday I am going to share a birthday story with y'all. Many years ago, there was this lady at work who took pains to let all of us, but especially me, know when her birthday was. Poor thing, she obviously mistook me for a responsible adult.
It was a milestone birthday for Winnifred and she wanted to make sure we didn't forget. "Remember, my birthday is May 9th!" She reminded us often.
The morning of May 9th rolls around and I'm sitting in my office when I suddenly remember, "Oh shit! It's Winnifred's birthday today!" So I quickly left the office, ran to the parking lot and drove to the nearby grocery store.
I bought everything that people would bring to a potluck birthday lunch. I got cake and other sweets, a veggie tray and dip, potato chips and dip, tortilla chips and salsa, potato salad, macaroni salad, a selection of nuts, a selection of lunch meat, little rolls, a bag of lettuce, toothpicks to pick up the meat, plastic flatware, plates, napkins and some big plastic bowls for serving dishes.
I snuck everything back into the office and set up Winnifred's lunch in a room we don't usually use for potlucks. I everyone came and then we called Winnifred over to celebrate her special day. She was pleasantly surprised. She thought it was brilliant of us to use a different room so she had no idea what was going on.
The names and dates have been changed to protect the innocent. My name
has not been changed because I'm not so innocent. So anyway, that's the
time I single handedly catered a "potluck" birthday lunch. And what do you know, not once did anyone ever question where all that food came from.
The Fine Print: These are some of my birthday cards. That's all you get for now because believe it or not I have other things to do today besides blogging. Shocking, I know!