Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday, dear Caitlyn!
Happy birthday to you.
I dedicate this blog to my oldest sister, who is, as of today, able to legally purchase consume alchohal (here at least). I hope you enjoyed your cake, and just wait until next year, when you turn twenty, because if you thought today was epic, you are going to be shocked and surprised at the next installment (unless you're in China or something, in which case I'll totally send you an e-card).
Today consisted of about 11 Birthday Insallments, some of which were more exciting than others. Here in list[ish] format are what happenings of this extraordinary day (not all of these includ me):
- 12:04am: Birthday girl gets to hear the story of her wonderous birth told from the perspective of her incredible mother. Listener discretion is advised.
- Birthday girl wakes up, and eats pancake breakfast.
- Birthday girl goes to work. --Work? you may ask. On one's birthday? I asked this question as well.--
- Birthday girl and 66.6% of her sisters and 100% of her mother went to eat Japanese for lunch. Terriacki, tempura and Californian rolls were enjoyed.
- Birthday girl purchased alcohal (in the form of peach wine coolers that get worse tasting with every sip. Video footage was taken. Photo ID was perused. Priceless memories were made.
- Birthday girl and 33.3% of her sisters (this portion being me) participated in timeless North American pastime. You guess it, we went shopping. An insane sale was noticed. Cardigans and incredible pants were bought. Sequened dresses were tried on. Gift cards were given out at Indigo's because it was not open [and they felt sorry for us? I don't really care, I got a free giftcard.
- Birthday girl and 33.3% of her sisters sat on a terribly pathetic bench, hungry and exposed to the elements, and waited for rescue. Calls were made. Phones were fought over; chase ensued. Video footage was taken. --When our supposed saviors arrived I hid (unsuccessfully) behind a post, to get back at them for being 7 minutes late. This was after I had got of the pathetic bench (who is named Dave and Olaf) and waved at a car that I thought was my mother's. Anyway, they pulled up on the other side of the street and so we crossed over while the car did a u-turn and went to the OTHER side. After sitting on the pahtetic bench for twenty minutes this was too much frusteration to take. Foots were stomped. This was one of the more eventful Installments.
- Birthday girl and 100% of sisters and 100% of father went to eat greasy food at the beach for dinner. Beers were ordered. Onions rings were eaten. Veggie burgers were eaten. Frys were eaten. Dolphins and chimpanzies were discussed (those over-zealously vicious buggers). English accents were imployed. Props to Planet Earth. You are awesome. Birthday girl is again told the story of her birth but this time from the perspective of her father.
- Birthday girl opened presents, some of which she purchased herself. One of said gifts was the movie Enchanted which was then viewed.
- Birthday girl and 100% of sisters and 100% of mother ate chocolate mousse cake which was labourously put together by one dedicated sisters (me). There are no words to describe the taste of this cake. Well no, actually there are a few. But I'll just let you imagine the chocolatey goodness.
- Birthday girl rests her head upon her pillow and dreams of cougars in ravines and what a great birthday it was.
It was a great day as you can imagine.
A note about that cake: The making of a chocolate mousse cake is something not to be entered into lightly. It takes time and effort and a myriad of ingredients that may require extra effort to proclaim. Multi-tasking is required and the faint-hearted need not apply. Needless to say, the results are more than worth it, so in the end the time was well spent. Here is the recipe.
Anyway, happy birthday, Cait. I had a lot of fun, even while complaining on the pathetic bench. I hope 19 is just as good as 18 and possibly a little better. I love you oodles, even though you once told me there was cougars in the forest\ravine behind our house and I had a nightmare about it that I will probably always remember.
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