The thing about birthdays is that we (meaning I) tend to have this *expectation* that they’ll be a little extra special compared to the normal day.  Lucky for me, I have a few great people in my life that were intent on making that happen.  (Thanks to those of you who took some time out of your CRAZY BUSY lives to spend some time with me on m birthday.)

PS – You won’t see Steven in these photos because he had to work, not because he chose not to come.

PSS – If it looks like we’re in a garage…it’s because we were.  But don’t worry, it was all clean fun…we were just having a yard sale at the same time.  Well, I say WE, but I ended up taking home way more than I brought.  How does that happen?
My cute little cake!  It’s 24 cupcakes, if you were wondering.  (I turned 24…in case you were still confused)

My birthday present.

Not the baby.  Obviously.  The traveling swing AKA the babysitter.

Me and my cake.  It was almost like a bonfire.  I had help blowing that out.

Lala and her piece of the cake.

And, …her second piece?  Plus, take notice of her green/yellow mustache and the black goatee…

She said she wanted some cake…

What comes around…gets eaten.

*See, they even love me so much that they photo-documented it all so I could BLOG it later.

(then concluded with enchirritos at Mom’s house and some ice cream cake…I totally didn’t take photos of myself eating that )

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