February 18th. I love birthdays. Per the norm I spent it at the hospital. With scotcharoos. And awesome coworkers that tolerated my insistence that all topics be somehow related to my birthday.
"I know it's your birthday, so go ahead and answer that call light."
"I've got dr N on the phone for the birthday girl."
"Birthday, beeping. Make it stop."
There were some more colorful comments as well, but I'll leave those to the imagination...