Late morning massage. Aaaaahhh.
Lunch with a friend, I settled on a new place: Tree Haus Bistro. I ate half of The Madrone (these are my leftovers, which the matron of the establishment wrapped in butcher paper, sealed with a sticker and put into a brown bag for me to carry. Kind of like she was my super-awesome mom, sending me off with a wholesome lunch).
Much to the horror of my mother (who later remarked she was not traumatized, and I should stop saying so), I made my own "birthday cake". It was a chocolate peanut butter pie. Really messy, didn't turn out like I thought, but rich in flavor. Would you like some? I'm about to force it on my co-workers, as I have so much left.
There was some sesame tofu and rice. And a too-big slice of the aforementioned pie. Now, I want to be sick. But isn't that what your special day is all about?
Today is slightly sweeter, as it is official - after seven years in seventh grade, I've secured a high school position for the fall at a new school. So blessed, feeling ready to embrace my next year. :)