Where does the good go

Ring the birthday bell!

Happy Birthday, Kaz!

I don’t know why F-train kept trying to get me not to go to your party.

He was all texting me “stay home, Dawn!”

“Ooh, look at the pretty pictures on the television!”

And I was all “No! You stop that! I’m putting on my Liberace sneakers RIGHT NOW!”

And then he’s all “those sneakers are ugly.”


Why is such a tiny man filled with so much hate?

Looking forward to attending the event of the decade in a couple of weeks!

No elephants please.

5 Responses to “Ring the birthday bell!”

  1. F-Train Says:

    DS: I’m off to kaz’s birthday party now… at least that’s the story I’m telling myself as I sit texting on the bed in my pajamas.
    FT: go be social!
    DS: but the shoes… and the clothes… and the not bed
    DS: Ok… I’m getting up… now!
    FT: you can do it!
    DS: Now!
    [5 minutes later]
    DS: Now!
    FT: Gonna be tough to put your pants on unless you extinguish them first.

    I will take a photo of my phone to prove the veracity of this conversation if required.

  2. F-Train Says:

    FWIW, I did say that a photo of Dawn in her Liberace sneakers proved nothing other than that the sneakers are still hideous.

  3. April Says:

    I like how you subtly rubbed it in that you were invited to a party and we were not. #awkward

  4. Pearatty Says:

    Uh, yeah.

  5. kaz Says:

    thank you! i’m glad you made it out!

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