Birthday and toes.

So it was my 26th birthday on April 18th. It was a good birthday. First my husband took me to his parents house on Saturday where I was met by birthday decorations and friends. We opened a few gifts and played some games and ate some yummy strawberry cake.

Cake made by Katie. It was very yummy!

We played Quelf. If you've never played Quelf, you must. But you must play with a fun group of friends and you all must be willing to look and sound a bit silly.

Kristen had to mummy wrap her head or pay the penalty. She totally passed the Quelf test.

Then we had to be siamese twins.

Then we had to play pattycake with Kevin as siamese twins. All in a good game of Quelf.

I also got a sweet new quilted throw from Coldwater Creek, a new DVD and Kevin got me the Buffy the Vampire Slayer graphic novel book 1. Which I then proceeded to read along with the first 6 volumes in 3 days. I'm kind of a Buffy buff. The graphic novels just carry on from the Series finale.

Then I got my big gift from my mom, which was my Baby book. Here are just a few things from that priceless gem.

My birth cerificate says Susan. My parents named me Susan not Caroline/Callie. Then when my mom realized how different Cassie and I were she decided to give us twin names. I knew  this but a piece I just learned is that they didn't change my name until my baby blessing. That's a long time.

The 4 inch height difference between Cassie and I has been there since birth.

But as seen here, it's all in her legs.

I've always closed my left eye the second I step outside.

I was super blond and my hair still is naturally blond. It's ashier and uglier though.

My first solo and my first State Queen title. Dance solo. Funny thing about this picture is that that hair is not mine. Someone walked behind me in this picture and it looks like I have long hair.

I broke my leg. Spiral broke my shin bone to be exact.

I'm in different clothes in this picture because the break was so bad they couldn't cast it. Everything had to settle first. They sent me home for 3 days 2 nights I think. It was a nightmare. I slept on my parent floor so my mom could give me pain killers and I wanted to be there. It was awful. Then I went back, they numbed my leg, moved things around and then cast it. It was bright pink. It was still a nightmare. They wanted me to put weight on it right away and I cried and cried everytime I tried. My mom set me up on the hide-a-bed in the room by the kitchen for like  a week. I ate avacado toast to my hearts desire.

Cast from toe to leg joint and I still did the splits. Dance rehearsals eventually too. Oh did I mention I broke my leg by walking down the stairs on roller blades? I really should make up a better story.

When I was 12 I got bit by a dog. His teeth his bone. Doctors in the E.R told me that if it were a person bite they'd have to amputate my leg. This was after it was stitched up. It looked worse then it was. You should have heard the comments and seen the looks from people in the E.R. 12 Year old girl with 3 gaping holes in her leg, bone easily seen and they made me wait for like 3 hours. My mom bought me cheese its from the snack machine.

And I did my toes this weekend. New asymetricle argyle. I like it.