tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584566625276429114.post7730150560916980607..comments2023-03-25T00:48:46.230-07:00Comments on Yeah, I Actually Wrote That: All this stuff actually happened: The 19th Birthday SagaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10566036374392253919noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584566625276429114.post-15312340973119438242012-01-28T09:47:32.314-08:002012-01-28T09:47:32.314-08:00I'm not the wisest owl on the perch, but I do ...I'm not the wisest owl on the perch, but I do know one thing: holding my little sisters and my nephew in my arms for the first time is the happiest I'll ever be until I have my own kids. I love those guys so much. They could all probably beat me up now, but I love them. =D<br /><br />My 20th birthday was just sad. Like gut-wrenchingly. (Break ups, loss, health issues, etc.) Like I said, the wheel spins. Sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down. <br /><br />But that night...I was up, man. =)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10566036374392253919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584566625276429114.post-47356995879407587132012-01-27T23:09:06.754-08:002012-01-27T23:09:06.754-08:00This was hysterical. My 19th birthday was incredi...This was hysterical. My 19th birthday was incredibly dull compared to yours. Guess I need to go out and make up for lost time. And look at that "You've got me around your little finger" look on your face holding your sister. Sweet.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com