This year's 22nd of May was my 30th 22nd of May on this planet. 29 years ago I escaped from the womb and started to grow into Circus I am today. I was going to make jokes about getting older, but my ridiculously deep thoughts are an anecdote on their own.
With social distancing and fresh air preventing skin aging in mind, I spent my birthday camping. In the woods. With less glamour than should be allowed. With good company. It felt like a small step for Wilma, but when I received the birthday phone calls, people on the other end were positively surprised of my whereabouts. It felt like I had done something impressive.
I slept in a tent *heavy clapping occurs*
Let's start from the beginning.
I took my IKEA foldable WOOD100% chair with me and
settled in at one of RMK camping places:
It seems like we are cooking crystal meth,
but the only thing we forgot at home was the lid of the teakettle:
I see your Instagram fancy meals
and raise you down-to-earth potatoes, halloumi and vegan grill:
The moment I realised that it's not only my 29th birthday, but
it is already my 30th 22nd of May on this planet:
We just saw Fantastic Mister Fox run by, but Šarik did not think that it was that fantastic:
After being two months apart, I asked my dog:
"DO YOU REMEMBER MY FACE?"
"YES! U THAT HOOMAN WHO BLAMEZ HER FARTZ ON ME!"
*judgemental look*
Soon our loins predict weather better than meteorologists do:
Summer feeling = the smell of campfire on every clothing item and
the sound of inflating the air mattress:
There is still so many things I have never done, so I have to live forever to try everything out.
First stop = campfire marshmallows:
At your pleasure, here is a picture where you can Photoshop a penis:
It was long past Šarik's bedtime, it was long past his normal outdoor temperatures,
he was like "STAP THE MADNESS, HOOMANS!":
I really cannot remember a year like this where I have not thrown a birthday party.
But in that blissful moment I made peace with it:
Princess is "still dreaming" and refuses to come to the woods without a pillow.
#Notsponsored just ridiculous logo placement:
Usually I dress up for these birthday morning pictures,
but now I had two dumplings underneath my eyes:
Fred had even packed a secret piece of cake for me!
(hiding it from me was not a piece of cake):
He was scared of my puffy face, but still kissed me seconds later:
Fred made me feel so special and loved.
My personal radiator Šarik made me feel warm:
Fred, Šarik, Chin-Chin and I –
the perfect family picture:
Birthday girl, that looked like a sperm cell,
got to stay in bed while breakfast was made:
Rough alarm clock straight from Valga shelter:
Good looking cooking:
I am glad that I can grow old with him,
and that he will always have a head start (having a older man is sexy):
Started from BlackMountain and ended up at BreadOvenMountain:
*LOUD BOOP NOISE*
He carries my emotional baggage:
Girl arrived back to Tallinn and order Wolt quicker than
she could say "I'm first to shower":
The campfire smell was all gone and flower courier delivered my new floral aroma
(Thank you, G-Force!):
I love contrasts – one moment I'm this homeless vagabond and the next
I am your working class fabulous:
Loving birthdays so much that I ignore the gravity:
Birthday picnic essentials and new antiseptic reality:
The biggest difference that age has made =
Circus now rolls on alcoholfree liquids:
The most unaffected by age =
the primitive jokes and challenging the "age-appropriate" behaviour:
Cheers to whatever comes next!
My only birthday party guest was my little brother,
because we like dogs more than humans:
Thank you all for the warm wishes. It was rather fantastic day.
And thank you mom for giving birth at Tartu-Tallinn motorway, because it's a cool story:
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