An un-birthday is carefree the same way a half-birthday is decompressed of angst and pressure. And since I could pass any celebration off under the guise of Valentine’s Day silliness, I hosted an Un-Birthday party in my room yesterday afternoon. We had coffee and chocolate and decorated, and it was crowded in moments, but that’s all I wanted, all of my friends close together. Unbidden, most guests wore pink. I got a birthday crown.
I took this picture because the cleverly indubitable instructions on Dunkin’ Donuts Box o’ Joe, righty tighty, lefty loosey, cracked me up. Not all of my guests could follow these simple steps!
