Chicken Soup for the humorless soul.

Yesterday was my now 13 yr old sister's birthday.
Let me take you step by step through my day...
Just kidding. I won't antagonize you that way. Haha.

Scene 1.

So I woke up yesterday morning about 8 hearing happy birthday being belted from across the hallway.
I had forgot it was her birthday and almost thought it was mine for a minute. ;) Not really, but, I sat there listening in awe to these lyrics.

"Happpppppppy Birthdeeeee to meeeeeeee.
Happy birthdeeeee to me.
Happy birthdeeeee to meeeeee....
happy birthdeeeee to meeeeeeee...."

It was in that moment I realized it was Beka's birthday and she was singing Happy Birthday to herself!
:) It totally made my day. I was also happy to remember I had bought her some Victoria's Secret body spray a couple of weeks ago. (What an awesome sister am I?)
So I quickly gave it to her and confessed I had NOT forgot.

Scene 2.

This has nothing to do with Birthday's but it happened yesterday.
And had to do with two days earlier.
So two days earlier Whitney and Ashley and I were in this amazing new boutique down town and Whitney and I bought this quite large, cutsie corner shelf to put in our room.....ahem. I bought a quite large, cutsie corner shelf to put in our room. It was too large to fit in teh trunk of our smallish little car so we told them we would come back later.... The next morning, I woke up thinking...we have absolutely no corner to put that large cutsie shelf in.....so.....yesterday. I spent about an hour finding a place for that stupid shelf. Yet, it remains sitting in my floor with no place to call it's own....Whitney lay on the bed histerically laughing as I try to find a home for that DUMB shelf.....for I quickly went from loving it to hating it. It taunts me. Every time I walk in the room, I tell her how much I dislike the thing. ;) Haha....I guess it will be soon finding itself in the Goodwill pile I have yet to start.

Scene 3

Dinner with the grandparents for the little sister's "birthdeeee".

So we were eating dinner and afterwards two of my younger sisters decided to give their present to my dear Beka, their present was to present a play. Ha.....

I hear giggling coming from their room. Then my dad sputter and laugh. I look up and soon hear loud humming. Six year old Sarah comes out singing and twirling an umbrella wearing a Hannah Montanna outfit....Ohhhh dear.

Enter Rachel. Wearing a large dress and a sheet. She comes out, saying she needs a room.....(my internal question was....why?) Sarah directs her where she should go....Rachel turns around and fall flat on her back then says, "excuse me...I slipped on some....precipritation." *laughter erupts* Then she gets up, looks around at everyone and states...."I am a moterin woman! What moterin furnishing!" (modern. for the humorless soul)

The End

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