I’m so spoiled… dirty and rotten!

That’s D, bringing me a key lime pie with 7 candles for 7 wishes at 11:59 on August 18.

For my 7th birthday, I wished for:

1. Gus to lose some weight so that people will stop referring to him as “big” when they really mean “fat”
2. Mike to lose some weight so that people will stop referring to him as “big” when they really mean “fat”
3-7. Everything else.

I guess these are more like hopes. I figured I’d share so I can work on them rather than sit and wait. You gotta make things happen on your own, you know?