Shania's Birthday

Yesterday was one of my best friends birthday. Her name is Shania and she turned the big one seven. It's strange to talk about it past tense when I feel like it was really today. I am writing this at 1:54 a.m. Everything still feels like the 6th and not the 7th.

We surprised her with chocolate cupcakes topped with fudge icing. And I can't forget about the cheesy party décor from the Dollar Tree. Yes. The Dollar Tree. It has everything. Although their quality isn't perfect I think it did it's justice for that special day. Hey don't you judge me, I'm cheap, I'm poor, and still waiting on a call from Panda Express for an interview!

Our décor consisted of shiny pastel colored balloons we had to blow up, and failed miserably at times. On one balloon I wrote, Gettin' da chedda since 96', with my trusty stead Isabel. I know what your thinking. What the hell kind of writing is that? The party was pimp themed. It was a joke, of course. So, don't take it too serious.

On the cardboard cupcake holder we scribbled out the word 'Princess' and wrote PIMP or BAMF. For those of you who don't know what BAMF stands for. Well.. google it, at your own discretion. There is a bad word in that acronym, just a fair warning for those who have innocent eyes and ears. That use to be me at point. I grew out of it as you can tell. We also bought a whole bunch of other random stuff. But truthfully I am just to dog gone lazy and slightly tired to even list out the other things we purchased.

Now for the candles, we stuck seventeen cute tiny candles on the cupcake. Having to light all seventeen candles can be time consuming and dangerous. Yes.. dangerous. We almost burnt the cupcake holder with the cupcakes that were first lit. They sat there patiently waiting as we lit the other candles. They must have gotten angry or jealous because things took a turn for the worst and they started moving their flames all over the place! Crazy little candles I tell ya. At last, I am still here so everything turned out great.

Shania, walked into the dining room with her shiny blue fake pimp hat while I blasted In da club by 50 cent. A tradition we hold for each of our birthday.

The party might have been cheaply decorated and slightly messy but that's okay. Being in the presences of great friends makes up for the lack of looks.