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Sunday, November 20, 2011

le festivities.

Yesterday, I felt like it was my birthday.
I woke up at 6 am sharp to start my day.
Why did I commit such a travesty, you ask?
Because it was BIO test time.
I passed. (Glory!)
Before I knew it, Mama, Curbs, The Birthday Girl, and I, were in the car and heading up to 'Fashion Place Mall.' (Daddy was in Iowa visiting his sister and Dare Bear and Keke were going to meet us up there.)
At Fashion Place Mall is a beautiful store that opened about a week ago.
I don't know if you've ever heard of it, it's called umm... H&M... anybody, anybody?:)
OH MY LANTA!!! It was fantastic. If you 'Utahn's' have not been yet, I deeply encourage you to do so. It will change your life.
Okay, maybe not your life but it will put a snazzy spin on your wardrobe!
I got this dress...


...and I'm kind of obsessed with it.
The accessory possibilities are literally endless.
I feel like I might explode a little. (of joy of course).
Oh, also, I feel like a pretty ballerina when I wear it.
You can't beat that, right?

After shopping we went to the one and only, 'Cheesecake Factory.'
Num. Yummy.
Oh my.
I had never been before yesterday but wow. Let's just say, I'm a fan now.
Oh and my life has been changed.
(Literally changed this time.)

The birthday girl.

The mama.


The newly weds.

The couple who's been together longer than the newly weds have known each other.... (oh how I love to tease Keke about that one. But it's only jokes and fun. Love you sissy!)
And! Because I didn't finish my delicious pizza, they gave me a pizza box. I was expecting a boring one but no! Look at this beautiful piece of art! I don't want to throw it away... is that gross?

After dinner, Joe, our fantisimo waiter, delivered a piece of cheesecake to Dano. However, it wasn't exactly spelled right. "Um... who's Daniel?" Priceless.

To finish the night, we came home and watched "Mr. and Mrs. Smith," the tale of violence, love, and more violence. Good times.
Dano.
Your birthday was awesome.
Your face is awesome.
I can't handle it.
Love you, seester.

ps. let's do it again tomorrow.
Mmkay? Mmkay.

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