Speaking of 18, my sister made a swamp of a cake that not even an ogre would consider eating it for my birthday. So I made her write HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY on it to make it look better than it really is and make it seem like she purposely made the cake ugly. It still looks quite horrible but it's the thought that counts.
The bipolar weather is making it difficult to go out. Glebe on Saturday ended up being rescheduled so Amy, Desiree, Elaine, Jellee, Maria and I all squished into Desiree's car like sardines laughing at the lemons in life although I've lost count of how many times Jellee said the f word. It was bucketing so hard that I was surprised evolution didn't hit me with its full effects giving me fins and gills. Then the next outing with the random group was a failure too because out of the twelve of us, only five turned up. It was perfect weather to go putt putt, but we got lost and ended up "shopping". I ended up dropping by Christine's house and we made fail meringues.