day 13: since i can't just skip this one...

Favorite anniversary of my birth. If I was forced to say, it would be my 13th. I actually blogged about it, when I was young and a newborn babe in the blogging world. But I'll spare you that post and just write a new one.

As per family tradition, it was Hawaiian themed; Tiki torches, fruit, obscene abouts of pulled pork. The works. I made jokes about my grandmother spiking the punch (just kidding. she wouldn't).

I greeted my fellows with lays and burnt hair, and my mother in her truly fantastic ways created a stunning cake. But the best might have been when I attacked one said fellow with that fantastical cake.

My brother was going through a phase, so almost no one went with unbitten ankles that eve.

I received presents, though my favorite of which was most likely a box, adorned with attractive cartoon characters and warnings not to put a kitten inside. Escorting this lovely green box was a yummy candle, which I still have today, and a card apologizing for damaged citrus.

This is where, I am afraid, my gibberish must end. How many inside jokes were in this post? Six, my dears. Six.