A work tradition in my department is that we all put in a gold coin donation to buy a cake. [The cake is pre-requested]. The birthday boy/ girl is obligated to pretend they are unaware this is happening and then act all surprised when they are presented with the cake and a chorus of 'happy birthday to you...'.
One of the advertising campaigns of a major bank says, "We don't pretend it's our xth birthday five times in a row" How apt!
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Because deep down, we really do want a big fuss don't we?
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This is how work celebrates for me;
This is what my some of my crazier friends have said. Emphasis on the crazy;
This is what it looks like on the husband-front
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Better than this right?
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