“So, what are you doing for the big day?”
“Drawing, playing Pottermore and eating cake!”
“…”
Seriously, if you ask me, your birthday should be last in the list of days on which you’re expected to behave like a grownup.
For my birthday, I’m about to go hang out with my brother, SIL and nieces. But when I was 16, I embraced the idea of a birthday month. So on Wednesday, I am going to do stuff with my best friends in the universe. And until sometime in mid-September, I’m going to act exactly as mature as I feel, which is more like the sum of 3 and 4 than the actual age 34.
ETA: My spate of acting 7 is to blame for blog lag this week. Sorry. I’ve been really random. But I’ll be back, possibly with pictures of cake. Or something. ❤
Typically Hazardous 