in which molly is growing up part deux.

GUESS WHAT?

I snuck on here to tell all of you- that's every single one of you- that it's my birthday! (Actually, it isn't my birthday until four in the morning but that's just details!) Please don't ground me, because... it's my birthday. If you want to ground me for being up too late, can it start on monday? That would be SO much nicer.

You may now continue with your scheduled program.

PS. GUESS HOW OLD I AM? AND IF YOU GUESS YOUNGER OR SAY THAT I'M EIGHTY, I'LL MAKE A SAD EMOTE ICON. :( <- THAT WOULD BE THE RESULT. NOW I HAVE TO GO TO BED OR SOMETHING, EVEN IF I'M WAY TOO EXCITED TO SLEEP. I HAVE THINGS TO DO, PEOPLE TO BOTHER, ETC.