Yes, my birthday was a month ago. But, far be it from me to deny you the experience! Marco worked from midnight to six on my birthday, which meant that I was dead to the world when he came home. It also means I awoke to an experience not unlike the beginning of this scene:
More magic after the jump.
OK, OK, it looked more like this:
But included pretty princess accessories!
Which of course Marco immediately appropriated upon waking up:
Later on we had a little dinner party, featuring abused balloons:
Misused pillows:
Sparklers:
And the funniest cake this side of Cake Wrecks:
My gay mafia indulges me so. We had a great time, and I wouldn’t have been anywhere else in the world.
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I look stupid
quanto mi sarebbe piaciuto restare per il tuo compleanno!!!
magari sarà per il prossimo!
ti abbraccio baby!!!
ahhhh dimenticavo, siete superlativi con quegli accessori!!!
p.s. leo, you don’t look stupid!
Now that is my kind of birthday!
How can a party that includes jewelry, fake boobs, sparklers and engrish cake writing NOT be fun??
I can’t believe it: that’s telepathy.
take a look on my last post.
lottaloveialreadymissyouetcetc…
Ouh… about my pic… I’ve repaired the cd container and I’ve cleaned the 4starshotel-slippers LOL
(washed, not cleaned)
I love the video analogy, Happy Happy!!! Were those grandmom antinette creampuffs??
I love the cake and your celebratory *outfit*. You are a pip, Christine
You’re pecious and so loveable and deserving of nice bday parties LUVYA
Love the earrings
A belated happy Xmass bird day
Stumbled upon your blog for my upcoming visit to Rome and now up till the wee hours reading/loving it. The Peggy Guggenheim specs are beyond fabulous.