I have a lot of excitement in my life.
First, there’s mowing. Mowing screams excitement. There are sticks…rocks…the excitement is really never-ending.
Then, there’s weeding. Weeding is synonymous with excitement. There are tall weeds…thorny weeds…weeds with impossibly long roots that refuse to be up-rooted.
One might say, “Laura — with excitement like that, how do you even contain yourself when other exciting events rear their excitable little heads?”
Oh, it’s hard.
But I manage.
This weekend was extra exciting. For three reasons.
Reason #1: Cinco De Mayo!
Cinco de Mayo! An entire holiday dedicated to guacamole and margaritas! (I think there’s really more to it than that….but I selectively observe the holiday.)
I celebrated by pathetically attempting to speak as much Spanish as possible. And, since I only know about 25 Spanish words, this was probably mucho annoying for everyone who interacted with me.
I also celebrated with guacamole. And dos margaritas.
Reason #2: Berries!
They started as seeds. And they became strawberries! (I told John to act like a plant parent, so he lovingly cradled the berries.)
Alas, the berries looked cuter than they tasted. I have high hopes for future berries.
Reason #3: Meredith’s 30th Birthday!
I like to pretend I’m 30 to fool others into thinking I’m wiser than I really am. (Note: I’ve fooledno one. Dang.) Meredith really is 30!
The birthday girl requested ice cream cake from Dairy Queen. I went to DQ to order the cake. I very clearly told the employee that I wanted the following words on the cake: “Yay! Meredith is 30!” (I even specified the exclamation points. Punctuation is important.)
I got this:
“Yea!!! Meridith is 30”
So, Meredith didn’t actually get a 30th birthday cake with her name on it. Neither did Meridith. Because I took hers.
Note the pink flamingo in the background. It was a party decoration. And it’s still hangin’ in the dining room.
Meredith now owns Scrabble refrigerator magnets. Stay tuned for refrigerator fun.
Happy post-birthday wishes to Meredith (or Meridith)! I hope you wished for Brussels sprouts for your roommate. Or a competent DQ employee.