I think I have a broken toe. I mean, I can walk and stuff, but should the nail be turning black and yellow and blue? I thought not.
Today was fun, but the evening did not impress me much. Oh, not Shakespeare in the Park. That was great. Wet birthday hugs for everyone. But sitting here now I feel I didn't really accomplish much. Oh well. I have a lifetime to accomplish things. Tomorrow I will accomplish being a cranky-pants because my dad is picking me up so early in the morning. So very very early. 8:30 AM is a time for morning larks, not slugs like me.
My hip hurts so much, and I blame Anthony. If you hadn't brought me the delicious chocolate, I wouldn't have slipped on the hill trying to hug you. And then you tackled me. You bastard. With the love.
Have the happiest of birthdays, Keeler. You deserved that wet cold hug.