ABBEY TURNED 24 THIS WEEKEND.
Which obviously warrants this picture of mostly me.
Pure bliss in the background, though, am I right?
In honor of Abbey’s birthday I stayed up until 4:30 a.m. Safe to say I haven’t done that since prom, but Abbey’s birthday was kind of like prom in that it seemed like a right of passage into the adult world.
Happiness is smiling so hard your neck bones stretch your neck skin out.Or dimples, in Abbey’s case.
Casey is in busy season so he could not join us for the rambunctiousness, though he did participate in the pre-parties. He was also a little more energetic than me come Sunday.
He missed out on some MAJOR opportunities to be SUPER jealous of EVERYONE AND THEIR MOM flirting with me though. Let me tell you about it.
Near the end of the ending, I was casually standing around a bar and may have been casually biting my fingernail without realizing it. Some dude walks up and says:
“How’s your finger taste?” OKAY WOW GOOD ONE.
Then while standing in the longest line for the bathroom ever, I listened to whiny girls complain about how BADLY they had to relieve themselves and OTHER GIRLS PLEASE DON’T WASTE TIME LOOKING IN THE MIRROR JUST DO YOUR BINIZ AND GET OUT ALREADY. All that type of talk, you know. It was like these girls had never ever ever ever waited for a toilet in their entire lives. After about the 67th comment, I turned to them and said, “I don’t need to look in the mirror.” My only intention was to let them know that when it was my turn, I’d simply use the bathroom as quickly as possible and walk out so they could have they turn. But I’m guessing that is not how they took it seeing as the response was:
“OH OKAY WE GET IT. YOU KNOW YOU’RE SOLID CAUSE YOU GOT THOSE HIGH CHEEKBONES.”
I suppose that could have been what I was going for……………but not. Afterward I felt like I should pay it forward by complimenting someone else, so I told the girl in front of me she had nice calves. Overall, a really really normal evening.
To add to the normality of it all, I made sure to snap a shot of Kristyn and a guy wearing a onesie.
We don’t know him, but I’m sure he smiles normally in real life.
Eventually we made it back to Abbey’s where I spent the night to welcome to her into her 24th year of life and stole all the covers from her during the night to give her a little taste of what marriage is like. I like to think gift-giving is my love language.
Sunday started and ended great, because we had breakfast with Casey’s family and dinner with mine, but the middle was a little rough. Molly had a seizure, which obviously traumatized me, because I’m neurotic about my cats and also my miracle cat is not ready for death yet. She was fine after and actually purred the remainder of the day, because she is optimistic about life and has a heart like Jesus, I guess. Even at the vet, she never stopped purring. Then she cuddled with me nonstop, which was obviously the greatest for me, because, like I said, neurotic/obsessed.
I really can’t handle my cats having any more issues (neurotic, etc.), so let’s just all pray for their health for the next 20 or so years.
So, ya Molly had a rough weekend. Lucy, on the other hand, started her modeling career.
I am so dazzled by that face.