This is what I found when I walked into my "cube" at work this morning. How nice, someone here remembered me! The balloon looked familiar and then I noticed why... it's been passed on, used on three other March B-days & recycled to live another day. The bag was empty by the way, which is good, because I didn't get the prior three birthday boys anything either. Birthdays have become a mixture of good and bad. Good: like anyone, I like to enjoy "my day." Bad, like anyone, I don't relish the idea of getting old. But old is relevant. I remember how hard it was when I turned 30! I'd reached that milestone age from my generation that said, "Don't trust anyone over 30!" It's been easier ever since. At least I'm not the oldest one listed on the card attached to the bag. And besides, it's impossible to have grand kids without aging!!
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That is hilarious they are just passing the bag around! I agree with you about the birthdays.
Only at work could that happen. That's the best way to look at bday's. And, yes, I suppose grandkids do make aging worth it! Especially your adorable three.
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