We have been eating lots of latkes lately. There were also jelly doughnuts, but we ate those too fast for pictures.
THERE IS A BABY LIVING INSIDE OF HER. ALSO, THERE ARE PEACE SIGNS ON HER DRESS WHICH IS PRETTY MUCH ONE OF THE WEIRDER THINGS EVER. ALSO. SHE HAS BANGS NOW. I CAN’T STOP TYPING IN CAPITAL LETTERS. I AM SO HAPPY. WILLS AND KATE FOREVER.
Alright, lovers. Happy Thanksgiving, etc. Now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.
When you think Juicy, what do you picture? Is it this?
But, you know, in pink?
Or, is it this?
You know, Karlie Kloss, supermodel extraordinaire? To be fair, it is Karlie Kloss, supermodel extraordinaire in a leopard print velour jumpsuit, but STILL, it is KARLIE KLOSS.
Which is weird, because that is exactly what I ALSO happen to look like when I wear my racially offensive Indian headdress.
Regardless, Juicy, impressive. Karlie, this is now your brethren.
I have long thought that November 20th is the greatest day of the entire year, solely because it is the day of my birth. I am one of those people who has absolutely zero shame about my own birthday. While, I love celebrating birthdays of others, it is my OWN birthday that really makes life worth living. Last night, at midnight, when I began immediately solo dancing around my apartment laughing hysterically from pure happiness, my boyfriend actually said, “You are like a small child when it comes to your birthday.” I took that as a compliment because lately people have been guessing that I am turning 5 years old than I am actually turning which I have attributed to my crows feet.
So, anyway, happy greatest day of all time! You’re all the best! Wahoo! Celebrate! Yay! Birthday! Cake for breakfast! Yippie! Etc!
PS. If this was an iPhone — you know I would be ending with at least 4,000 roughly emojis, which I have determined to be the sole mode of communicating on birthdays.
PPS. That picture was taken 5 years ago today. Hard to believe. And by hard to believe, I mean, WAHOOILOVEMYBIRTHDAYLET’SCELEBRATELIKEPARTYPEOPLE!