Warning: photos posted below that may make some readers blush. Warning. Warning. Warning. Don't say I didn't warn you.
I come from a family of sisters, me being the oldest of three girls. We, sisters, are tight. Naturally, when a new person enters the scene the dynamic changes. Imagine when this character entered the scene:
Life as we know it has never been the same . . . life has become so much more entertaining now that we have Nick as a brother. Potato guns. Potato guns. Potato guns. And one of my favorite things about Nick, he knows all the words to every song in The Chipmunk Adventure. I will forever love him for that.
Heather and Nick are about to celebrate their third wedding anniversary, and I cannot imagine our family without him. He graduated from ISU's physician assistant program on Friday, and to show him how proud of his accomplishment I was, I baked him a token of my love:
Nick's now an expert at prostate exams. I thought this cake would make him giggle. It brought much more than a giggle.
Heather hosted a lovely party -- as she always does. My parents and Grandma Joyce came down for the festivities, and boy was I proud of them. I actually caught my mom chugging Heather's beer during a heated game of beer die.
Heather outdid herself on the decorations and the hospitality.
As the night went on, the ass cake started to take some abuse. I have spared you some of the more gruesome photos, as I woke up to a text message from my dad the next morning that read, "Don't put that porn on your gentile blog." Yes, some of the photos were rather x-rated.
Explosives are always part of a good party, and Nick's party was no exception. It was inevitable that the cake would become the focus of the firepower.
By the end of the night, the ass cake had degenerated into a charred mess. This cake brought TONS of laughter and entertainment and a very happy brother:
Love you, Nick. I am very proud of you.
Tonight I couldn't be bothered with cooking. My bed is piled with four loads of clean laundry begging to be put away before I collapse on top of it. I will write more tomorrow morning about what the next week and half holds for me, but basically I am frantically trying to get ready to go out of town. My to do list seems to multiply every time I scratch something off. Cooking was not an option tonight. Plus, my chest heaviness has developed into a cough that HAS TO GO AWAY!
Nonetheless, this is what I did for dinner: I walked downstairs. I walked about thirty feet to the thai restaurant. I walked to the counter where I ordered a to go order of raw beef pho. Did you all read that? I walked thirty feet to pick up my pho. Happy. Happy. Joy. Joy.
If it was possible to love this restaurant more, I became even more smitten when I saw their handy containers. I have a job interview tomorrow at 10:00 a.m. For real. Wish me luck.
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