Twenty nine. Yippie. It wasn't a great birthday this year. Not even a good one. Luckily, my birthday was the cream in an Oreo of fun...stale, dried up cream that tasted like chalk, but the cookie part was okay and luckily the events that fell before and after were pretty awesome (pics to follow of pirate party awesomeness and my journey to Asheville). I personally think that Monday birthdays should be outlawed. But here were the two highlights of the day:
The cake (tastefully decorated by Amy B.) is derived from an old inside joke involving a Chinese restaurant owner and a plate of ham fried rice...my friends weren't actually telling me to "get out" on my cake...or were they? And aren't the flowers beautiful? Thanks, Cindy.