ANNIVERSARY OF BIRTH DAY:
Wake up at crack of dawn.
Wake sister who has flown in the night before and does not particularly care for historical villages.
Ride with scout troop and sister (see above) to Roscoe Village.
Make candles, punch tin, learn about canals, see a bunch of early 19th century stuff.
Stop in Granville for cider. Remember you don't like cider and get a smoothie instead. Note pouring rain.
Come home and open some presents. Nice, nice, nice, OMG IT IS THE NEW BACKSTREET BOYS CD THE ONE YOU REALLY, REALLY WANTED SINCE FOREVER!!!
Go to bed.
THE NEXT DAY (Saturday)
Wake up at crack of dawn.
Have seven brownian friends over for tie-dying, party games, and cupcakes.
Keep one friend around for the rest of the day because you two are really one person and separating you is truly a job for a team of surgeons.
Call in the surgeons because the sister (see above) has not developed an immunity to shrill laughter and will soon perish if this friend does not vacate the premises.
Take a stroll around the neighborhood.
Go see G-Force at a movie theater. Be excited.
Eat too much popcorn. Love G-Force. Throw a fit when your mom--who paid to watch the whole movie, damnit--insists upon watching all the credits. This makes you crazy.
Sulk all the way home. Sulk through dinner.
Suffer through listening to a chapter of No Children, No Pets even though this has been the Worst Birthday Ever.
Fall asleep.