Like it? It's a Graduation card I made for my cousin. Yup, everyone I know graduated. My sister, my cousin, my OTHER cousin...well, that's it, really, but...still. You get the point.
Anyway, we drove out for her party today, battling our way through three hours of relentless traffic (I say "we", but I just sat in the back and listened to the Beatles while my mom drove and dealt with all the fools who populate the highways) to get to her house. That was the only sour point in an otherwise lovely day. My aunt served up a ton of really yummy food (including an aMAZing crab dip that I had fourths of) and the company was excellent.
I enjoy get-togethers like this - everyone's relaxed, the food is endless, and the stories and laughter flow freely. As a [I was about to say teenager, but I'm no longer one of those. I have no other term for what I am anymore - young whippersnapper?] youth-who-is-technically-an-adult-but-has-no-actual-adult-responsibilities-like-mortgages-or-taxes, I found my relatives' anecdotes about home improvement disasters to be the most amusing. Since I have never actually experienced a ceiling caving in because of water damage, or a paint job that turns rooms bubble-gum pink, I can laugh innocently at these stories, fully aware that in ten years or so I will have my own "hilarious" home improvement stories to tell to people.
You see, I have recently become prone to DIY urges. I do not expect these urges to stop anytime soon, either. Rather, I expect they will increase over time. This means that one day, when I have a house, I will be extremely tempted to undertake many home improvement projects, by myself, with no guidance except for whatever I find on the internet. THIS CAN ONLY LEAD TO DISASTER. Hilarious, anecdote-worthy disaster.
I may even have to blog about it.
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