Yes, another birthday surprise. I don't know why all the flaws in their plan escaped me. But I'm happy they did, because I was really surprised!
The loving bunch who wanted to throw me a picnic party, because they know that I really love picnics. And yellow and black balloons. But it rained, and so I walked into Toast to find the picnic there. 
In the basket: everything picnic-ready, including a dress and a hat. 
They think we look like Japanese tourists, but I felt much like a farmer wielding a luminous pitchfork. Together we look like mascots for health food. I like the hat very much, and my friends who know me well couldn't have picked a more powerful flower. With all these celebrations I keep expecting to see happy birthday wishes on my fb wall, but then I remember that it's still not yet my birthday. Thank you dearest viscommers and associate members. Thank you for loving your little oft-misunderstood-as-cold friend. I don't remember how or when we got close, but we did. :) And we'll always be there to make each other's birthdays stunning attention-getting affairs. 
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