First off: I am very old.
I’m pretty sure I’ll grow into being 19, but at the moment, I’m sitting in a bean bag, planning on seeing Wreck It Ralph and I wear Little Miss Giggles tee shirts.
But I do some grown up ish things. I can drink my coffee black. I drive a car. I can hold my own in monopoly (for half the game, anyway, until my dad starts his usual clean-out-my-money-because-he-is-good-at-this. This is very adult). I can make my nephew and niece stop crying. I even watch scary movies.
This is my last year of being a teen. I plan to make the most of it. And being a proud owner of this picture (below), I think, if I picked a word for the year (which I never have before), I would choose: Salt.
Despite the 40 degree temperatures (104 Fahrenheit), we packed our swimmers and headed off to the beach. I’m not sure who enjoyed it more.
Or my two-year-old nephew, Mr X?
He gave me birthday kisses, which I accepted graciously, but I’m sad to say I’m pretty sure he turned into a frog.
He did not want to get out. Not even for lunch. What is food in the face of such wonders as swimming?!
As for my niece (2 month old, E.B.), she was quite bored by this whole idea of birthdays. Move on, please?
We swam. We fought. We laughed. We kissed. We conquered.
And we ate icecream. Not straight out of the tub, I assure you. (The picture is deceiving!) In the picture I am obviously concentrating. But as for mime and Mr X? Can you see those devious smiles? Who’s birthday is it, guys?!
Thank you for the awesome birthday, dad and mum and mime and rachel and jason and e.b. and mr x.
I loved it.