October 30, 2006
(CR)Happy Birthday to Me!
Well, it's Day Six of The Birthday Illness, and I'm getting better... slowly. I have to give major props to Husband, who bent over backwards to keep my birthday from sucking completely.
He baked me a birthday cake! After I showed him where the electric mixer was, and the round cake pans. And the eggs. And he now knows how to tell if a cake is done baking using only a toothpick and a well-trained eye!
He did a lovely job frosting the cake -- chocolate, natch -- and once the cake was completely covered, he was like, "What do I do with the leftover frosting?"
"Leftover frosting?" What the hell is leftover frosting?
I'm like, "Dude! There's no such thing as leftover frosting! You just keep frosting the cake until the frosting is all gone! Frosting is NEVER leftover! Were you raised by wolves?!" And so forth.
He even got me Barbie glitter candles and insisted upon lighting them and singing for me. Awwwwwwwwwwww.
He also went and got my favorite dish from my favorite restaurant -- bowtie pasta with vodka sauce from Graziano's. And as a gift, he got me...
AN IPOD!!!!
It's pink! And it's sooooooooo kewl! Thank God I'm home sick so I can figure out how to work the dang thing!
Now I need a Coach iPod carrying case.
Anyhoo, being stuck at home with barely enough energy to properly dispose of all my snot-laden kleenex, it's been the perfect time to sit in front of the t.v. and change clothes on all the Barbies. And it's about time, too, because it's October, for Pete's sake, and some of them are still in tank tops and hootchie skirts!
First, I dressed Jenny (Japan's version of Barbie) and her similarly-proportioned friends:
It's a wonder I'm not in prison, isn't it?
Then I did all fifteen Fashion Avenue Barbies:
Or as I call them, Fashion Victim Barbies.
Aren't they an ethnicly diverse group? But I couldn't fit all fifteen of them in the photo, so Miss J made them walk a catwalk made of Jello, and the winner got to pick three friends to be in my photoshoot.
The other eleven are pissed. Drew poured a beer in Christie's weave.