Okay, friends, so I was going to do some kind of Murtaugh list now that I’m over a quarter century old, but then I decided: “No. No, actually, I’m going to keep working on stuff for my Harry Potter party while listening to the Daft Punk album.”
I had a pretty chill day. The chillins sang to me. Too much. I went out to and ate dinner with the fam. Again, too much. I opened my present from my bestie that was decorated like so:
Again….actually, no, both the decoration and the gift were totally just right. That’s some Goldilocks mess right there, friends.
But now I still have some prep work to do for my party. So.
I’m just writing to let you all know…I’m effing old now. 26 and whatnot.
And if you don’t believe me, believe Buzzfeed. ALL OF THESE THINGS WERE MY CHILDHOOD.