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Scene from the weekend: out & about celebrating this lady’s 26th birthday

You guys, I had a razzle dazzle 26th birthday and not a enough thank you’s to cover how appreciative I am of my wonderful friends who made it so great. Dinner at St. Arnold’s in Cleveland Park (um, YUM) on Thursday, a requisite dance party at George, a mid-day outing to Alero on Friday, a party for the books on Friday, and a trip to 9:30 Club on Saturday for Penguin Prison and Temper Trap (both of whom were AMAZING).

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Once I recover, I’ll share some photo highlights, promise!

On the birthday call last night, Robbie interrupted to share this brief, charming, and humorously typical story of our family…

“Kate, wait, before you go, can I just tell you a quick story…” And so it went. My mom had phoned my dad earlier in the day to ask him if he’d picked up the ice cream cake for Robbie’s birthday. 

Dad - ”Yeah, I did yesterday.”

Mom: “Where is it?”

Dad: “It’s in the trunk.”

Mom: “….”

Mom: “It’s 40 degrees outside…”

Dad: “Hmm, let me check on that… [pause] Well, it’s still there, just a little more spread out than before…”

Well, that’s funny. But the funnier part was that they didn’t toss the melted cake. They didn’t go pick up another cake.

They stuck candles in it and acted like it never happened. Nothing says I love you like some melted Carvel. Sickos. (Still love you though!)

I may be a day late and a dollar short, but here’s to wishing the world’s greatest little bro an ab fab birthday. Last year at this time, I was quaking in my boots at the thought of you getting behind the wheel of a car. Well, now you are and legally so. This time around, you’re preparing for SATs (and kicking ass) and college applications to schools near me. What could be better? 

I’m not sure how it all happened, but you’ve grown into a young man who I couldn’t be more proud of… even if I ate ice cream. (Look at that grown boy with an ice cream OD. What’s not to love?)

Happy birthday, Bubba. From the proudest sister around.

Finding a little light during a hard week. Happy birthday to the most loyal, loving, hard working man I know. An amazing son, husband, and father.

Dad, we are so lucky to have YOU.

4 PM rolls around and I’m out of here. Heading to the big city for lots and lots of birthday celebrations with two of the cutest April babies/best friends a girl could ask for. Welcome, weekend! I see you there.

Happy early birthday to me, indeed.

Somehow, I got ready super quickly this morning and found myself out the door about an hour earlier than normal. Nothing else to do, but swing into Starbucks. The cash registers weren’t working so I got my breakfast and triple grande for FREE. Then there were donuts at my meeting. I mean… it’s not not the best start to a Monday.

UPDATE: It gets better. I just used a Piperlime code on a purchase and afterwards (smart), read the fine print. Wasn’t supposed to work on watches, but it DID. And actually, it was supposed to expire last night, but it DIDN’T.

Monday funday, where have you been all my life?

Getting very excited for a mid-week treat.

Fitting.

• Spring (finally!)
• Warm days without jackets
• Taking off St. Patty’s (and the day after in one word: smart)
• Visits from family
• Visits from friends
• MARCH MADNESS (can you say best time of year?)
• Tulips and cherry blossoms
• My twenty-fifth birthday… Scratch that. I’m staying 24 forever.

So much good.

She may have gotten a head start in Miami. She may be carrying the celebration into a ski weekend escape starting on Friday, but today… today is the day that DC’s favorite party princess hits the big 24! Happy birthday, my dearest, Dani! Keep rocking. I hope all of your birthday wishes come true!

Here is the forecast for tomorrow according to you:

I’m going to request one of two things from you. A) MAKE IT SNOW (like really snow) or B) MAKE IT STOP. We have a party tomorrow night celebrating 24 glorious years of 24-7 SASS, and the only options are for a snow day on Thursday so that the birthday girl may recover from her wild and crazy festivities or for the weather gods get their act together so that people stay to play despite having to go to work the following day. Snow without a snow day really isn’t an option. Got it? Good.

Loyally yours*,

CK

*Unless you totally screw this one up (read: 1.6 inches of rain/snow).

The day has come. The end of the world. My little 5’11” tall and growing-by-the-minute brother (recently surpassing my 15 year height lead), has turned SIXTEEN. I thought I saw the “Big Crunch” coming when he reached his teens, but no, it’s really here. This is the year he’ll get behind the wheel of a car. Become an upperclassman. Start visiting colleges… Hang on, I need a second…

I don’t know how this happened, but Robbie, you’re now taller than me, cooler, than me, smarter than me, funnier than me, and will be able to drive (more often than me).

Happy 16th birthday, Bubba!

I love you so so so much, but you can stop growing up now.