On Satuday, my family wanted to celebrate mother's day a day early and we headed to Washington Place Bistro for dinner without my brother. He's off studying for finals so he graduates law school this weekend. My little brother is almost a lawyer.
Who knew this little dweeb would grow up to graduate law school?
|already dressing the part at age 4|
We enjoyed a delicious dinner, even if it was incredibly early by my normal dinner time, but we walked down Murray Hill to make a stop at Presti's to stock up on cannolis, macaroons and several other desserts.
In honor of Mother's Day, I'd like to apologize for some of my antics over the years. In all reality, I didn't do half the stuff my brother pulled because unlike him, I got away with all my stunts, and I'm not about to reveal most of those things here anyway!
I'm sorry I threw my pink Barbie boombox down the wooden stairs when I was supposed to be taking a nap. I'm also sorry that that neighbor still remembers that as the first time she officially met our family. Ooooops. I'm sorry that I lost your black pearl ring that Dad bought you when you guys first started dating. I really couldn't help that it didn't fit my 10-year-old fingers BUT I think we learned that it probably wasn't a good idea to let me wear your jewelry that day. Even IF I begged you. Also, sorry about never following your rules of "no girls in the third seat of the Expedition" when I first got my license. In all seriousness, you probably should've taken out the third seat so I wouldn't be tempted to shove my six friends into the car and sing the Spice Girls at the top of our lungs. I swear, I still stopped at every stop sign. Lastly, I'm sorry about how I caused all that drama when it came time for my confirmation. It turns out Anastasia did work as a confirmation name, even though I still think Madonna was the better choice.