Swimming in the poooools of myyyy mind.
Pancake Alley was happenin' last night. The Sarahs had their unbirthday. First, we went to Wal-Mart and bought all sorts of birthday shizzle. This kick ass lady even decorated our cake for us:
She rules.
Finished product! It's supposed to be Sarah^2 with a cute little star. Poor lady. She didn't know her math and didn't know what "Sarah squared" meant. :( She was nice, though, and had frosting on her nose. Heh.
After we bought each other birthday presents, we headed to Pancake Alley with "goody" bags for each other as well as Dr. Hubert and his baby momma. Here is how we decorated:
HOT!
Here's Sarah^2 wearing her birthday girl ribbon. Hot, Sarah^2, hot.
Rawr!
Loook - she's so excited. What's in the bag?
The before picture:
How precious.
The decorated cake:
Sarah loves The Rock. He was looking all swoony.
Rockin' the Batman maskies.
Obligatory poetic outside shot.
We <3 Pancake Alley. Except Joe, who was trying to hook up with us and gave us free ice cream. Dude, I gave him like, a 28% tip. AND we gave him Dr. Hubert's bag. Too bad he doesn't have a baby momma to share it with. I think he went to the crappy motel to hook up. Scandal.