That's ok, though, because today is my birthday so; I get a new year. I mean, that's how that works, right? I gain a year? That's why they add up, right? That's actually sort of backwards, if you think about it; one year older is technically one year closer to death; shouldn't we count backwards?
Have a coffee and discuss.
Or, look at some pretty pictures and forget that I just connected my birthday with my mortality; that's what I'm going to do.
Sit still, the sooner she gets a good picture, the sooner this is over and I can go back to texting my boyfriend.
Stop pinching my nipple. I can do this alllll day; I don't have a boyfriend to text and the Bronco game doesn't start til two.
Do you think she'll notice that I am sticking a lightbulb up my nose? Crap, she noticed.
I did not sign up for a family that inflicts such abuse. I do, however, up the cuteness quotient of this photo session, exponentially.
See how much easier it would be if you would just feature ME on the card? Really, Motherrrr.