My Birthday

Well then, I know this is way too late, but Now for my birthday post!

At my party, we had a bubble eating contest. Yeah, that was interesting.

Now for the stuff I actually remember!

Sir Limey Pants can no longer be called that. In fact, it's true what he said about not being gay.

He asked me out during Math class. While we were having a test. It's first period. Evidently, I wasn't expecting it at all. In fact, I wasn't even paying attention to him. So I said 'maybe.'

I think I'll go douse myself in water to cool off my feverish melon.

I should have thought this through. Now I'm entering a Wisconsin winter with self-inflicted hypothermia. At least now I don't have to deal with a certain(not) limey bastard.

JK. Drat.

Anyway, despite my bizarrely non-limey morning, at my after school picnic, Twins, TWWOTF, Penguin, Bonita, and I were all huddling against the cold, like, as Penguin would say, penguins.

A sudden blast of wind came along and drove all of our skirts crazy. Only Penguin and I didn't mind, we just laughed and shouted, "Down, Skirty, down!"

The Insane Trio has a new song entirely dedicated to this incident.

Sayonara!