I never know what to say when people ask me "What do you want for you birthday?" I usually reply with a "Nothing. Really. Don't get me anything." because it's the easy answer. In truth, there are so many things that I want, but I don't feel comfortable asking for. 

However, we all get those gifts that no one really wants and you didn't ever ask for. We put on a pleasantly surprised and gracious face, because it's the thought that counts. But in our minds, we know that the gift is eventually going to be dumped. 

Well, my body decided to give me a gift this morning. Woke me up bright and early for it too. A big, shiny case of Food Poisoning. 

Happy Birthday to me...

But I'm trying to put on a pleasantly surprised and gracious face, because it's the thought that counts. My body is merely saying: 

Body: "Okay Katie. I decided to get you a very practical gift. You're 21 now, so I just thought I'd give you a taste of what it will feel like to drink. If you ever do, you'll have a date with a toilet."

Katie: "You're right body. That's a very practical and well thought out gift. Thank you."