OK. I need to start off with saying that you should not ever hang out with me on my birthday. For YEARS my birthday has caused bad luck, and I partly blame it on my dad who started it the day I was born. According to him they were in Whole Foods when my mom went into labor and he asked her if he could grab a burrito before they left for the hospital, because of course he did. So they get to the hospital and there is unlucky event #1 LIKE LITERALLY THE DAY I WAS BORN. My dad got a parking ticket and I also ruined my cousins third birthday because they had decided to go away thinking that the chances of me being born on his birthday were very slim, so naturally I was born on his birthday and they rushed back to see me. I blame this on my dad because he would have had time to park properly if he hadn’t stopped for that burrito I don’t blame the cousin part on my dad, but my cousin 14 years later has still never let me forget that it was his birthday first. Unfortunately that was not the worst of events to occur on my birthday. On I believe my 11th birthday I was outside at my friends cabin playing with her on the lawn, we were throwing a large blue ball back and forth. I had no shoes on because we were on grass, but my friend did so she said that she would go and get the ball if it went into the forest, even if it was on my side. So when the ball rolled into the forest on my side she ran to get it and tripped over the sprinkler breaking her ankle. LITERALLY ON MY BDAY! A year or two before that we were up at the cabin and my friends brother Theo had some weird reaction to something (we still don’t know what.) and his eye was big and puffy and it just kept getting worse throughout the day. AGAIN LITERALLY ON MY BDAY. One year we were wake surfing behind my friends boat and my dad fell off his board, but his arm got caught in the rope and cause a really painful rope burn. On my 7th birthday my dad went out biking and sprained his ankle, which was like 10 days before he was supposed to get married. And literally just this last year we were out on my friends boat and out of nowhere my friends dad got stung by a wasp which caused a big reaction, and his foot was swollen to the size a a balloon. I am not kidding LITERALLY ALL OF THESE EVENTS HAPPENED ON MY ACTUAL BIRTHDAY! So put it in your calendars everyone, August 8th stay away from Lyla day. You have been warned.
