It’s My Birthday, And I’ll Post If I Want To

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEE! I’M A BIT OF A NARCISSIST. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEE!

POST IF I WANT TO, POST IF I WANT TO! (You would post, too, if it happened to you!) (Which is has at least a couple times in your life …) (The real question is, WHY DO NOT MORE PEOPLE POST ON THEIR BIRTHDAYS LIKE ME???)

The sad truth is … it’s not my birthday. Yesterday was my birthday. But I’m such a slave to my schedule that I couldn’t nudge this post even a weeeeee bitsy bitty bit over for my OWN. FREAKIN’. BIRTHDAY. I suck as a person.

The good news is … BIRTHDAYS LAST ALL MONTH! At least, I see all of August as a time of worshiping Kell. I don’t know about you, but it seems like a good idea …

Not for anyone else with an August birthday, though. Just me. I want all the attention on me. *is so important*

In all seriousness, though, I’m going to talk a bit about the things I have done in these seventeen years of my life.

BIRTHDAY THOUGHTS AND WHATNOT!


Published some novels.

I’m not selling copies, but hey, I published them!
(Let’s ignore the fact that I’d have to actually market to sell copies. That’s not important.)



Did this blog.

I like this blog a lot, actually.



Have four nieces and a nephew.

I like to think of them as accomplishments.
Being an aunt is sooo hard.
I think I’ve had to watch them, like, three times!
Not even joking!!



Am a princess.

I’m a level above Disney princesses in that I don’t need a man, I talk to animals only I also slaughter and eat them (numnumnum), and my parents didn’t die.
Because I was too inherently awesome for anyone around me to die.
They were all like, “Uh, dying? No! We gotta live so we can hang with our daughter!”



I’m my grandparents’ favorite.

Would I lie to you?



I have cats.

I have five now, actually.
Sparrow had another litter of three, so we have Sparrow, Sinatra, and I think Heidi (big sister, the author-y one) named the yellow kitten Auric (he’s a character in her book, Spellsmith & Carver) and I have no clue about the calico and the black/white.



DOGS!

I’ve had three great dogs now.
Spoiler alert: All Border Collies.
There was Gidget, who we had to shoot last November because she was miserably diabetic. Basically broke my heart. Still can’t really talk about it.