Well, the Black Event, also known as my birthday, has come and went. I survived. It does kind of kill me to admit that I’m now 25, but I guess that’s just part of life.
We had seven layer salad and manicotti and cake and ice-cream on Thursday night so that Allyson could come. She brought along her friend Gail and Blaine brought along Cody, but it was nice. I got $90 - $40 from my grandparents and $50 from Bart - and my mom got me some perfume and lotion from Victoria’s Secret. It’s called Pink, and it’s fruity scented. I think it smells kind of like cotton candy, which is yummy, so I love it. I kind of had a feeling that was what she was going to get me because I was with her twice and told her I liked it both times.
My grandma’s birthday is coming up next. I have no idea what to get her, and she wasn’t very forthcoming about what she wanted. My mom called and wanted to know what we should have for dinner for her, and tacos was her first suggestion. Then my mom called back later and said she was going to make potato soup instead. Just for future reference, I kind of hate potato soup. I’m considering looking up some Mexican recipes, and taking it upon myself to cook instead. I haven’t spoken to my mom about it yet, and I guess it really depends on how ambitious I feel. I’m kind of lacking in the cooking skills. I’m great with baking, but I can’t really remember the last time I cooked an actual meal that didn’t originate from a box. Pathetic.