Mom wrapped herself in a blanket and threw herself down the stairs when she didn't get a hamster for her birthday

"My sister has been threatening not to come to her own birthday parties ever since she asked for a hamster for her 8th birthday. When she didn’t get one, she wrapped herself in a blanket, and threw herself down the stairs."

Here is an excerpt of Aunt Brie's blog post from September 13, 2016:

The Kardashians of Westchester County: A Day At The Stables With My Family

September 13, 2016

"It was my sister’s 32nd birthday, and as usual, she was making everyone in the family prove to her that they wanted to spend it with her.

“There is a 0% chance I am coming up,” she said to Caleb and I over from the phone from Grand Central on Saturday morning. “The line to get tickets is 75 people long, and my dog Cooper just pooped on a policeman.”

“Come on, Ta, just pay with cash when you get on the train.”

“I am not coming up,” she reiterated. “I don’t care what you say, it’s my birthday, and I’m NOT DOING IT.”

“Ok, fine, but I’ll miss you,” I told her. My sister has been threatening not to come to her own birthday parties ever since she asked for a hamster for her 8th birthday. When she didn’t get one, she wrapped herself in a blanket, and threw herself down the stairs.

“So Tara should be here with her friend in about 15 minutes,” my mom informed us when we arrived at her house. Like us, I know my mom had spent much of her morning cajoling Tara to just get on the train because if she didn’t, we would miss her."

The summer camp included 1.5 hours of riding, and 5 hours of grooming horses.

The horseback riding camp was a lot less glamorous than it sounds. In fact, the only reason why my sisters went was because it was a good deal.

“It’s only $10 an hour when you break it down!” my father barked enthusiastically over what he presumes is Mexican food from a local deli. “It’s cheaper than sewing camp!”

My sisters were over the moon about the experience, and the prospect of riding horses in general. My mother outfitted them with clothing from the lost and found bin at the stable. “I want daddy to buy me Popcorn,” my sister said of one of the horses she rode. “He’s for sale.”

“Good luck with that,” I said.

“I know, right?” we both laughed. My father would be more likely to have all of his teeth removed."

“Why don’t you just write in the description, ‘New father, family extremely hungry, please vote for my chair,’” she suggested to Caleb of a chair he is submitting to a competition. Tara, might I add, owns a marketing business.

By the time Tara finally got on the horse, I was exhausted. I joined my other siblings in filming her first few steps around the indoor corral. We are better than the Kardashians at documenting ourselves; the difference being that literally no one gives a shit."

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