Birthday

Cherry popsicle filled with frozen yogurt.

It was my birthday on Thursday; I turned 26.  I kept it pretty quiet this year.  Maybe I'm growing up, but I just didn't want a big fuss or to bother planning a party that would inevitably leave me stressed out and lying face down in my bed afterward.  I indulged in an "it's my birthday, and I'll eat whatever I want" fest.  11am brought a mini-ice cream sandwich.  1pm: a taco salad.  2pm: cherry popsicle.  3:30pm: coworkers through me a birthday cookie party wherein I ate a black and white cookie and an iced oatmeal raisin.  I was taken out for birthday barbeque at Sweet Cheeks BBQ in Boston.  Let's just say I made sweet sweet love to a buttermilk biscuit and shoved other Southern delicacies in my mouth.  I plan to do serious damage (to my figure) during my Southern road trip in August.  Later that evening, I was treated to a red velvet cake.  I woke up the next morning with a food hangover.  Thank you for a wonderful birthday.