Today is my birthday and I know there will be food. Why do we always need food to celebrate? There isn't a single event that passes without food being involved... even when the event is a funeral - there is food. So, today I turn 44. My mother is taking me to lunch at Red Lobster. You know... the place with the cheddar biscuits. Sure, I could tell the waiter to not even bring them to the table, but where is the fun in that? Afterall, it IS my birthday! I already have in mind what I will get to...