Two Birthdays, One Day
About a week ago, my stepdad, siblings and I went to two birthday parties in one day. That meant, food twice, coffee and dessert twice, and most importantly, lots of dogs. I tried to take some pictures of the dogs, but they move around a lot and I am apparently the only person who likes to have the lights on. I am also the most awkward person in the history of awkward people, and I’m to scared to play with the dogs when there is people around, especially if there is people around that I don’t know that well. It’s truly awful, because I yell “HI PUPPY” in my head every time I see a dog. Every time.
Before we ate dessert, we were told there was pineapple in the cake, this upset me slightly, because I decided a long time ago that I don’t like pineapple, there is no logic behind this, like actually disliking the taste or texture, no, it’s literally just something I decided like ten years ago, so I just don’t eat it. BUT, since I just can’t say no to cake, I ate the pineapple, and it was actually more than okay. Now maybe I won’t be so scared of eating it next time. Maybe I learned something.
Those tiny hands belong to my tiny brother. His hands are even smaller than mine, but he’s only nine, so.
The next birthday party was for one of our family friends. He’s 17 now, and I have known him for his entire life. I almost wrote “for my entire life”, but that doesn’t make any sense, because I’m older than him.
I’m not sure what we actually ate for dessert, but I do remember my stepdad joking about it being white beans in tomato sauce, which I am almost certain it was not. It was good though, I enjoyed eating it.