One week after my actual birthday (which I moped about here), several people decided that I needed a bit more of a celebration. I came in to work in the morning to find that one of my co-workers had made lemon bars in my honor and put them in the break room for everyone to enjoy. I was touched. When I got home, I found that Deborah and Paul had used (and then washed) just about every pan in the house to make Blue Avenger lemon meringue pie — my favorite.
I'm sure there's some symbolism here, but I don't know what it means. I'm surrounded by wonderful people that know I like lemon, maybe?