So, Tuesday was my sweet cousin's 3rd birthday party. Sidney Grace is a little princess in every sense of the word, so of course she and her closest 3 year-old friends deserved the royal treatment!
Her first guest was her cousin, Sydney. Look at how cute they are!!
They made the cutest mirrors, complete with fur trimming and bedazzled decorations.
They also had a beautiful table adorned with their personalized place settings, Princess champagne glasses, and an array of food fit for a princess, of course.
The invitation said to dress like a princess. Naturally, I searched my closet and the closest thing I could find was a skanky Halloween costume from college, and deemed this inappropriate for anything other than the trash can. Boy was I in luck when I arrived (dressed like a teenager..yes, I realize I am in living in denial of my real age) and all of the other moms were dressed in normal clothing.
Sorry, Courtney but I have to call you out (and I would expect the same thing from you). On the way to the party, I rode with Courtney and Sydney to Birmingham. I parked my car at the back corner of her driveway. She opens up the garage door and starts backing out.. by this point we were already in deep conversation (imagine that) and the next thing we know, she actually hit my car. So, I got in a wreck, but I wasn't even in my car when it happened. I was in the car that hit my car. For some reason I find this funny. Side note: this isn't the actual cars involved and not nearly as bad as the actual incident..but I wanted to bring some drama to this post and I found this on the internet.
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