You are now 24. A year away from 25. Which is 25 years away from 50. Which is when we will take our ultimate granny-girl roadtrip, wherever you want, wear hats and sunglasses and loose jeans and flowing skirts, maybe even still wear funky shades. We'll skip, carefree along the beach, or the park, and sit at coffee shops and laugh our heads off and annoy the younger folk who wish we'd just sit home and sip tea.
My dear dearest Fifer. Have a great day, and days to come, and I'll be seeing you soon.
Love, Kye
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i look forward to growing old with you guys..yeah
i look forward to growing old with you guys..yeah
thanks for making me look OLDER in the pic kye. like i really needed THAT. if my eyes could roll back, i'd poop them out right now. it wouldnt be so hard since i just had coffee. coffee makes me shit.
i like coffee. but i digress,
thank you for the birthday post.
it was one of the most difficult days of my life yesterday and it had nothing to do with adding a digit to my years on earth. it was low till you guys came and i'll spare the words cause it goes without saying. thanks yall.
young till 140, kye. you remember right? we're well on our way even if we end up wearing granny hats and granny panties and have crackling granny voices. im sure one of us will have a cane or two...imagine what fun we'll have with that! kids should be afraid. very afraid...=}
ps- in case you couldnt guess, FIFER will be the one with a cane. Her goal as an old lady will be to terrorize youth and loving it. She's well on her way.
Objective of the night: To make Fifer happy, to let her know we love her to smithereens.
Objective met! Yeay!
BTW. I was giving you funky glasses thanks very much.
and what exactly were you trying to "give" me kye?
Rosy cheeks. (not that yours aren't already rosy. you know.)
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