On Sunday, I celebrated my birthday, the day of days, with my best friends and family. Anyone who is anyone was at my party. It was the event of the COVID-19 season. My actual birthday is July 13. I can’t believe that I am six-years-old. So many birds executed, yet so many birds still at large. I slaughtered one of Grandma’s little humming birdies a few days ago. Delicious. Where was I?
Oh. I had the greatest time at my birthday party on Sunday. My best friends all came: Katy, Layla, Julie, Liam, Kira, Michele, and Lulu. Liam always seems to be able to read my mind and he is my favorite person to play ‘tug-of-war’ with.
It is hard to believe that one year ago today, I was on IV fluids at KBVC. Ditto the year before last. So, it seems that I have finally broken the tradition of spending my birthday in the emergency room. My friend Alissa says that this is because I am ‘older and wiser.’ She doesn’t know about the kickboard, sandals, goggles, swim cap, watering can, planters, and other assoorted gardening tools but I love compliments.
So let’s all wish me one more happy birthday, and a belated happy 14th birthday to my brother, Rocky, who still has the strength and balls (figuratively speaking) to try to steal my birthday cake.
Looking for cake
Staring at cake
Looking for cake
Barking at cake
Michele arrives with Lulu (in pink Versace, wins the diva award)
Ms. Layla wins the award for Best Manners
preparing the cake
Lulu and Michele live on our road. Michele babysits me when I’m driving everyone insane. Lulu won Best Dressed party attendee.
Layla is one of my favorite hiking buddies. I was chasing her when I was raped by a tree.