I'll be the one to show you the way.

Have we discussed my absolute and undying love for "Kings of Leon"? Favorite of all bands second only to "Arcade Fire"? And even then, only on some days? It began with ''Because of the Times'', their third album, as it were. The first song I ever heard was ''Knocked Up''. Yes, the very song that features such lyrical gems as "always mad and usually drunk, but I love her like no other". And then along came ''Charmer'' and I hated it...now "Charmer" reigns supreme. It was one of my eighteen things. Meagan and I sing it at the top of our lungs all the time. That is the thing with "Kings of Leon", they grow on you. Listen to them long enough and hate turns to love. Bad things turn to good things. The true love way. Which is why this bow wearing, badmitton playing, snow cone eating fiend loves this:

(Also, I think they are all sort of adorable)

Oh, and I have problems with drinking milk and I am the one who always complains. Not that this is something to brag about, or anything.

Like a little egg.

Today I took Clive for a walk. Actually it would be more correct to say that he took me for a walk. Oh, but he loves to walk, he loves to walk so much that when he sees his leash he goes berserk with excitement. One would almost think that he is a rabid beast who is trying to eat your face off, but no, he is just excited. Insanely excited. When "walking" Clive does this thing where he tries to run and ends up choking himself, cutting off his air supply. He is not deterred by the lack of air flowing to his lungs, oh no, this only encourages him to pull harder. It's like kind of like a game, Emily versus Clive, except for the parts that make a game fun. Anyway, the point of this story is to say that I got a sunburn while being walked by my dog because, for the first time in my life, I forgot to put on sunscreen. The sun fried me. We are not pals, the sun and I, not at all.

Who would make up such a thing?

So today is Matty and Robb's birthday.

Robb at Deleta, plus some random boy in the back round

Matty at the senior all night party.

So this morning I texted Robb to wish him a happy birthday and we had this lovely conversation:

Me- So, Robb, rumor has it that today is your birthday...

Robb- That is an awful rumor. Who would make up such a thing?

Me- Well, if you insist on knowing...your brother. You know, your twin?

Robb- I am looking at him right now and he says it isn't his birthday either.

Me- Hmm, I am not entirely sure I believe you.

Robb- Okay. It's my birthday but I am not eighteen yet, not til 6:35 in the pm.

So anyway, happy (18th) birthday (at 6:32 and 6:35) Matty and Robb. They told me that they are three minutes apart so unless my math skills are seriously lacking, that should be more or less correct.

Apple, Banana-berry, and Black cherry

This summer I am going to try all of the snow cone flavors at the snow cone shack. Because I adore snow cones with every fiber of my being. I really do.

Apple (green)

Apple had a sort of honey-ish flavor, not very apple-ly but fairly enjoyable none the less.

Banana-berry

I actually tried this one with cream...not a favorite. I think it would have been alright without the cream, though. I shall continue as a purist.

Black cherry

(Me, loving my snow cone)

This one was quite yummy (very flavorful) and had great tongue color results, which is not necessary for a magnificent snow cone but always a plus.

More snow coning...

Loupe and Soul-Patch...Meagan fell on the asphalt (wait who's fault?) a couple of weeks ago and scraped up her face a little bit so we've taken to calling her Soul-Patch. Which is hilarious.

Zucchini, so dignified and refined in her snow cone eatings.

Darth Vader loves snow cones, as well. I inherited this precious gem of a ring from Mrs. Croft, just by the way.

Adult things.

So the other day I asked Melissa what she was doing, she replied with "adult things".

Turns out she was looking at "New Moon" pictures.