Omg, so last night I was digging through mum's drawers looking for my charger (ffs woman, stop stealing my things ) and stumbled upon this old photo album. Obviously, I couldn't resist snooping lol. Turns out it's full of pics from this utterly tragic fancy-dress birthday party we had whenx I was about 7—I was dressed as a sad looking dragon or dinosaur idk (who cares tbh ), and my brother had this ridiculous giant chicken suit on . Apparently, he got stuck in the bathroom for like an hour cos the feathers jammed the door—mum was crying laughing while taking these blurry af photos instead of helping him out. Honestly explains so much about our childhood trauma loooool. Cannot believe I forgot about that mess. Family is just one giant embarrassment, huh?
