With my 28th going down, there wasn't much more that I wanted than a big, fat, decadent, sexxy birthday cake. And that's precisely what I got, thanks to my boo. My birthDAY ended up being my birthweek, and this lil Queen Bee was not complaining. Birthday cards, heaps of presents, a surprise party by my little munchkins, a cake from SUCRE, phone calls, texts and hugs later, I was filled with enough bliss to last the next 364 days. To cap it off, a Brazilian throwdown, treated by the honorary party planner, which catapulted me into a carne dreamworld....
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my perty Sucre cake, white chocolate raspberry.
cake, cake, cake, cake...come and put yo name on it |
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| pausing for gas, quick snaperoo in my maternity/feastin' fit |
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| thanks to my partna in crime, it was the best birfday EVER. |
2 comments:
Miss you lots. The world needs you!
ohmygod this makes me so happy you have no idea. that little photo collage with 4 pictures is just to die for
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