She would grow up too petite, too bossy, too clumsy, too verbose and too happy, with a predilection for cupcakes and pyromaniacal fascination with candles, especially birthday candles. The end.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Hello Twenty Four
Once upon a time twenty four years ago today at two in the afternoon (the parental unit from which the subject of the story emerged reminds said subject every year without fail of the time that she came into the world) a baby girl was born.
She would grow up too petite, too bossy, too clumsy, too verbose and too happy, with a predilection for cupcakes and pyromaniacal fascination with candles, especially birthday candles. The end.
She would grow up too petite, too bossy, too clumsy, too verbose and too happy, with a predilection for cupcakes and pyromaniacal fascination with candles, especially birthday candles. The end.
