yesterday was the birthday of mrs mion. the girls went to a crave party, and the boys went to dinner, we met up afterwards at the tractor to hear the bastard sons of johnny cash. i don't know what it is about the song viva las vegas, but man, it just strikes me the right way (note: we didn't change out of our pjs. it's seattle, no one even commented about us wandering around dressed that way).

so, you were supposed to wear your pajamas to the crave party. it's a spa/shopping/girly event. the girls partook in much massage. i ended up getting a mehndi thing on my hand. i've always wanted to see how well it worked, and it totally got dark overnight.

it's harder than it seems to take a picture of your own hand.

mardella, love, happiest of birthdays to you. i can't even tell you how uber awesomo fabulous i think you are.

(yes, it's a penis cupcake, complete with frosted bodily fluids.)