My birthday is on Valentines day. Obviously, this means my boyfriend (and every boyfriend I've ever had) DREADS February. But this year, my birthday lands smack dab in the middle of Mardi Gras, too (I live in New Orleans). In college this was fun and party-time-to-the-max. This year it means that I don't even get my own "here's a card and cake that costs less than $10 total per-office-rules" party. I have to share the Mardi Gras potluck (ew) with the whole office. And they think I should be excited, like they're throwing a Mardi Gras party just for me! Suck.