I wish it was my birthday, but it wasn't. Yesterday was Mac's 13th B-Day. Why she gets to turn 13 and I don't, I do not know. But I don't want to be a teenager anyway. And I totally don't want to be in 8th grade.
Our cousin Rebecca was here for a visit. She's the one who likes to have tea parties and where frilly dresses and forces her cousins to also wear frilly dresses. Her hair was insanely perfect (I think Mac posted a picture). Mac's cake was to die for even though it wasn't peanut butter. Is there such thing a peanut butter cake? I bet there is. You know what's really good? Cake balls made of chocolate cake and peanut butter! I ate, like, a dozen last week.
Anywhose. Mac's dad made hamburgers on the grill and we had fresh lemonade to drink. It was so hot out! I was glad the party was mostly inside.
Tomorrow is math tutoring! I can't believe how excited I am. I think something is wrong with me. You know what Kit thinks? She thinks I have a crush on Aaron. Okay, Kit, just because you have a crush on, like, every guy doesn't mean that I do. Little sisters can be quite the pain.