Wait, did I say 3rd? I must be dyslexic. I meant 30th. I guess the birthday card I gave her that says, “Congratulations, you’re three!” was a mistake.
But anyway, to celebrate my biggest sister K’s 30th birthday, I give you this lovely baby photo:
You know, some babies only stick their toes in their mouth. K, on the other hand, stuck her whole foot. Typical. (What K just said to me: “In case you didn’t notice in the picture with my foot stuffed in my mouth, my expression says, ‘What?!’”) (Which she said like a thug. She was one badass baby.)
Anyway, my parents and I ventured to Wisconsin this weekend to see K and my brother-in-law, and went on the Lakefront Brewery Tour in Milwaukee. If you’re ever in Milwaukee and are of the wonderful legal drinking age, go on this tour. I’m exhausted and will probably crash the moment I submit this post (my parents and sister all look like they could fall asleep any moment), but it was well worth it.
I just told my family that I was trying to figure out a way to end this post, and my brother-in-law suggested I simply end it with, “The end.”
Happy birthday, K! And happy Saturday to you non-birthdayers! (Unless it is your birthday, in which case, happy birthday!)