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Family time. Disney On Ice. All of us. Look at this picture and tell me who was most excited. Go ahead, guess.

It was me. It was me with the sword lul. Baby girl in the front got the puppy, big girl got the wand with the glow thing on top, the lil man on his daddy hip got that face like somebody woke him up for this, and I got a light up sword that I did NOT plan to buy and absolutely did buy. Thirty something dollars for a piece of plastic that blink. Worth it. Dont say nothing.

Yall know how it go with these shows. You get there, you pay for parking, you walk 40 minutes from the car, and before you even find ya seat somebody in that lobby is selling a snow cone in a cup shaped like a princess for the price of a whole meal. And the kids see it. They always see it. So now you at the register with a face like the lil man in this picture.

But then the lights go down and the music start and every one of them lock in. Not one word for the first twenty minutes. If you got kids you know that silence. Thats the silence you paid for. Thats what the sword was for.

Big girl asked me on the way out if she could skate like that. I said baby you cant walk across the kitchen without falling. She said thats different. She right, it is different, so we gone see.

Pink leggings, white tee, the whole crew in sneakers cause I am not doing a arena in heels. Not for Mickey. Not for nobody.

Good day. Tired now.

Its my birthday yall. Mine. Today. So this post is about me and if you came here for anything else, aht aht, come back tomorrow.

First. The outfit. I know. I KNOW. Yellow. Two piece. Ruffles on the top, ruffles down the split, black heels so I dont look like a whole highlighter. I put this on and walked outside and the sun hit it and I said yeah. Thats the one. Didnt even need the second option I had laying on the bed. Sorry to the second option.

Second. The hair. Braids up front, curls out the back, and I did that flip in the second picture on purpose so yall could see both sides. Dont ask me how long I sat in that chair. Long. Thats the answer.

Third. The sidewalk. Yes I took my birthday pictures on the sidewalk in front of the house. No studio, no backdrop, no lil ring light. Grass on both sides and a neighbor somewhere behind me wondering what I was doing. Let them wonder. I looked like THAT on a regular sidewalk. Imagine me somewhere nice.

Now. What I want for my birthday. Peace. A plate. Somebody else driving. And every single one of yall in my comments saying happy birthday like you mean it, not that dry “hbd” mess. Type the whole thing. I will know.

To the people who been here for me this year, yall know who yall are and I love yall. To the people who wasnt, yall know who yall are too. Toodles.

Happy birthday to me. Say it back.

I Made A New Friend Yall, Say Hi To Keyy Jackson

Say hi to Keyy Jackson. Go ahead. In the comments. Im waiting.

New friend at 30 something, yes it still happens

People act like you stop making friends after high school. Aht aht. I made one and she got locs and a blue shirt and she let me order the potatoes for the table so she already passed the first test.

Breakfast is where you find out who somebody really is

Look at this table. LOOK AT IT. Thats not a cute breakfast, thats a breakfast that got handled. Eggs gone. Potatoes gone. Ketchup bottle sitting in the middle of my plate like it live there. Napkin balled up. Coffee half drunk cause I talk too much to finish a coffee, yall know this.

You can tell a lot about a person by how they eat with you. Keyy didnt do the lil fake pick at the plate thing. She ate. She talked wit her mouth full one time and caught herself and I said girl I dont care. Thats when I knew.

The jumpsuit, before somebody ask

Yes its striped. Yes its loud. No I did not plan for it to match the booth. It just did. God is good.

So whats next

I dont know yet lul. Thats the fun part. Right now we at the stage where she text me a meme and I text her one back and neither one of us say nothing else for two hours. Thats a real friendship starting. The quiet meme stage.

Everybody say hi to Keyy so she know yall not crazy. Well. So she know yall not ALL crazy.

Toodles.

Yall. Its her day. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MOM.

And before anybody type it, yes. I know. We look alike. I been hearing it my whole life so yall aint telling me nothing new. Same face, same glasses, same lil smirk when somebody in the room is doing too much. The only difference is she got the pearls on and I got the pink. Thats it. Thats the whole difference.

Look at her in this picture tho. I said Ma smile. She gave me THAT. That face that say take the damn picture Eboni. And I did. Cause I know better lul.

People ask me all the time where I get my mouth from. Where I get it from. Yall looking at her. Everything I say on this page, every aht aht, every block, every receipt I keep, I got that honest. She been running the same program since before I was born and she aint never once turned it off. Best believe she reading this too, so hey Ma.

Anyway I aint finna get all soft on here cause she gone laugh at me. But if you know her, you know. If you been on the other side of her, you REALLY know.

Happy birthday to the best mom in the world. My twin. My blueprint. The original.

Now go call ya mama.

Toodles.

Last night wit da ladies. Shonna, Bushbaby, Rosa Parks. Yall know the crew.

Look at us. LOOK AT US. Four grown women in a parking lot at night taking a picture against a brick wall like we didnt just spend 45 minutes getting ready. And we still went back to the car for a second one cause the first one had somebody blinking. It was me. Whatever.

I wore the orange. I always wear the orange. Yall know this by now. Them pants tho, them pants was the moment. I aint even gone tell yall where I got them cause somebody gone go buy the same ones and show up next time and now we matching and I aint doing that. Aht aht.

Bushbaby stayed in her floral like she stay in her floral. Rosa Parks came out in all black with the ruffle down the leg and threw up the deuces before I even said say cheese. She was ready. And Shonna in the back throwing up whatever that was with them nails, I dont know what that was but it worked.

We looked good. Thats the post. Thats the whole post lul.

Somebody asked me in the comments why we always end up in a parking lot. Cause thats where the lighting is. Purple building behind us, city lit up, no flash, nobody walking through the shot. Yall can keep ya fancy backdrops. Give me a brick wall and a parked car and I will eat every time.

Anyway I am home now with my feet up and my edges gone. Worth it. Every damn time its worth it.

Love these girls. Toodles.