Birthday Crunch

I have always been a fan of Captain Crunch cereal. When I was a kid, I used to weed out all the crunch berries, put them in a bowl with milk and call it breakfast. My mom was not always happy, as I had a tendency to get tired of cereal quickly, or, in this case, leave the peanut butter part in the box until it got stale and had to be tossed. (I was not one of those kids raised on "whole grain, organic whatever" type foods. My parents pretty much let me eat whatever I wanted and since I got off my duff and ran around like crazy, my weight didn't suffer. I bet, though, if they checked my cholesterol at age 10, it would have been through the roof. It's in my genes. Anyway ... )

So, imagine my pleasant surprise when I sauntered into work today and discovered that one of my co-workers left a giant ziplock bag full of just the crunch berries on my desk as a birthday gift. She picked them out, all by herself. It's the little things in life, people. The chocolate cake and cards were also pretty cool. I predict that I will be sugar crashing on route 2 tonight. Drivers, you've been warned.

I plan on spending my birthday with the cat, chinese take out and the Celtics. Groovy.