This is me, just after getting punched by a little "Saturday night fever" freakazoid. It's documented!
There's a theme here. Closing your eyes doth not make a shot less bad.
Something about wearing a tiara never gets old.
The fake fur bus, and once again....my eyes are closed.
Home made birthday cake. Even had a layer of peanut butter cups! Thanks T!
2 comments:
Happy 30th birthday!
You probably don't remember me, but I'm from your hometown. I found your page via myspace. I remember you and your brother and sister as little, little kids, when I was best friends with one of your neighbors in elementary school...
I firmly believe, in entering your thirties, the best years are best to come!
Great photos! Happy birthday!
And yes, it just ain't doing 30 right if you don't have a tiara.
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