Happy birthday to me,
happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Happy birthday to me.
Oh, um, it’s my birthday. Happy big 2-6 to me. I am officially in my late twenties now. My sister-in-law told me 26 was the hardest year for her. I am not having any problems with this new age. I guess when your husband is 12 years older, you always feel young!
You know who else I am younger than…this girl! Ha, Kari! I am younger than you. Kari and I grew up together, practically attached at the hip, and we just happen to share the same birthday. Despite being born on the exact same day, Kari always insisted on telling people that she was seven or so hours older than me. Well guess what Kari, I am younger! I am going to remind you every single year from here on out!
In the past, Kari has always beaten me to the punch and posted embarrassing pictures of me from childhood birthday parties. Well she promised to be nice this year, so of course I had to seize this opportunity to dig up every picture I could find. Since I am in every picture, it’s just as embarrassing for me.
The skating rink party, age 5:
I am pretty sure in this picture Kari was saying, “It’s my birthday too!”
The puppet show party, age 6:
I am in the green dress and Kari is next to me in the red dress. I told you we were attached at the hip!
The backyard craft party, age 9:
This was my permed hair phase. Also known as the year I stuck my finger in a light socket. Kind of looks like that doesn’t it?
And finally, the sock hop party, age 10:
The four girls in this picture are know as the fab four! We were best friends growing up. Kari and I shared a March 9 birthday, and the other two girls, Lauren and Kari 2, shared a May 18 birthday. How cool is that? See the turquoise skirts? I wish I had a picture of the whole skirt. Anyway, we made those at Kari’s sock hop party the year before, maybe? We were so cool.
So happy birthday to me! And happy birthday to Kari! We were so cool.
Bahahaha re: the green dress pic…I sat like that as a little girl
My Irish Grandma used to smack my knees to get me to cross my legs!
Oh and….
You are the birthday girl the birthday girl the birthday girl.
You are the birthday girl the birthday birthday girl.
Now you sing…
I am the birthday girl the birthday girl the birthday girl.
I am the birthday girl the birthday birthday girl.
Trust me…this is much more fun in person!
Happy Birthday!
You WERE so cool. So what happened?
HAHA!!! Actually, the skating rink party must have been another year because if you remember I broke my arm and was sporting an awesome cast like 4 days before our birthdays the year we turned 5 (thanks to Travis and his stupid-ass monkey bars).
We DID make those poodle skirts at my sock-hop Fab 4 sleepover! I KNOW I have pictures from that because after we made them we took turns driving around in my Barbie Corvette. We. Were. Awesome!
I may have to rethink this “being nice” and not posting embarassing pictures thing. I may have to pull out the ol’ picture albums next time I’m at my parents house.
please do Kari!
Belated happy birthday!
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