I’m 25 today (and every day until this time next year). I spent most of the day watching TV with a little brown cat stuck to me. I decided to go the healthy route and had a Big Mac for lunch and warm brownies with cookies ‘n’ cream ice cream for dinner. Isaiah blew out my candles for me because I have a severe phobia of fire. He won’t tell me what he wished for because, “Then it won’t come true.”
So how about wishing me a happy birthday? You know you want to. But NO singing. I hate singing.
And I’m STILL waiting for my birthday spanking…
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Happy birthday!