And it's my birthday!
So today I have a guest post by the lovely Chelsea Fine, the author of Sophie & Carter.
My most memorable birthday....
The word memorable is usually translated into "best" or "craziest"...but today, I'm going to stick to its original meaning: "easiest to remember".
Now, my "best" birthday was probably my 21st, because my boyfriend (now my hubby) took me on the most romantic date ever.
And my "craziest" birthday was probably my 26th, because it started with me accidentally stepping into a can of bright blue paint (barefoot) and ended with me sliding down a giant yellow slide into an inflatable pool filled with mud. (Yep. I was an adult.)
But those are stories for another time. My most memorable birthday happened long before romance and yellow slides.
It was April. I was nine. And I had on a great pair of socks. (Isn't that how all good birthdays start? With a pair of killer socks? It sure would have helped with the blue paint thing.)
When you're nine, birthdays are mostly all about presents and frosting and more presents.
Rarely ever are they about dishwashers.
That's right, this is a story about a dishwasher.
It was the end of the day, after the party had ended and all the frosting had been licked off the cupcakes, and my mom decided to wash the dishes. She turned the dishwasher on, like normal, and left the kitchen. Little did she know I was about to get the coolest birthday present ever....
Did you know that when you put dish soap (not dishwasher detergent--dish soap) in the dishwasher, it will overflow with bubbles and seep out onto the floor, making your kitchen a giant foam party?
NEITHER DID I--Until my ninth birthday. :)
Because there was so much dish soap in the dishwasher, the suds didn't just overflow a few inches onto the tile. They FILLED UP our kitchen. A cloud of bubbles 4 feet high and 6 feet wide took form in the center of our kitchen and made the house smell like lemons.
My mother saw the bubble wall before I did. And she freaked out. Because that's what moms do. They look at a cloud of bubbles and think, "Oh no! My kitchen cabinets are going to get all wet and everything's going to be all slippery and sticky."
Nine-year-olds look at a cloud of bubbles and say, "Slip 'n' Slide time!!!!!"
So, that's what I did. I ran and skidded across my foaming kitchen floor, in my awesome socks, like an ice skater. Then I did it again, on my stomach. Then on my back. Then my feet again. It was AH-MAZING.
Being nine years old, I was only 4 feet tall, so the bubbles completely covered my head. It was like playing in an ACTUAL cloud. I felt like, at any minute, a Care Bear could show up and we could go rainbow-hopping together or something.
Sure, my mom whined and groaned about the "mess" and my soapy socks tracking bubble prints across the living room carpet. But did I care? Nope.
Because I was nine. And a mountain of bubbles was the best present I could have hoped for. :)
Thanks to Chelsea for the brilliant post (doesn't that b-day sound AWESOME?)
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Also, due to lack of time, there weren't any posts yesterday and the day before, but tomorrow I'm having a final giveaway (and it's gonna be a huge one)
Also, I'll announce the winner of Bridger.
Oh, and, don't forger to enter the giveaways that are currently open!