The human female’s work group tends to make a medium-sized deal about birthdays. I wouldn’t say big deal, because there are no parades, no fireworks, and no maidens throwing flowers, which is how I like my birthdays. No, around here it’s more than just, “Hey, you look older.” Somewhere in the neighborhood of, “We all signed a card and someone made cake. We may or may not sing.”
Today is the human female’s boss’ birthday, and the human female made the cake. Or rather, a dozen little cakes. She put lemon in and on them, and I must admit they look pretty good.
Everyone is busy munching and saying that they’re good. Nothing fancy, but they’ll do.
Enter the surprise delivery of anonymous, richly chocolate cupcakes decorated with dipped strawberries and cleverly-constructed faux succulents.
No one wants your raggedy old lemon things now, DO they?