A word of advice: DO NOT have your 40th birthday on a Monday, unless you're taking the day off. It was brutal.
However, a couple of my team members disappeared for a while mid-morning and bought me this t-shirt (you may recall my post a few weeks back):
You, too can ride the SLUT soon ... for a price.
I endured a lot of jokes at work ... "Matt, if you can get your walker going and stay off the ventilator for a few minutes, can you come look at this?" ... "Wow, your eyesight really is shot if you came to work wearing THAT" ... "Is that a Depends in your pants or are you happy to see me?". Those people are all DEAD TO ME.
I was also taken out to a very cool lunch at the Kingfish Cafe (if you're ever in Seattle, you MUST go here ... preferrably for dinner. I had red beans and rice, and we shared a HUGE piece of Red Velvet Cake. Mmmmmm ... )
Scott bought me some nice things, and we made a nice dinner together.
So I survived. And I don't look a DAY over 40. (Well, okay ... ONE day ...)