It has now become a family joke that I have been cursed when it comes to cakes. Remember my son's? Well, this time I was having it made. No worries, just pick it up---right? Wrong. It was supposed to be ready at 3:00. My husband went at 3:30, and they had no cake. They thought it was for the next weekend. WHA? Soooo...I got kind of a lame cake that I had to put Cheetah Girls cardboard on. The birthday girl didn't notice, so I guess that's all that matters.I decided to make this more of a Cheetah-licious party and have a stage made out of tablecloths. The kids had a little curtain to go behind, so they could come out and "perform". Needless to say, it was a hit.
Remember this guy?
There was singing, there was dancing, and there was a lot of laughter! Perfect combination for a stressful weekend, don't ya think?
I think I have 4 pictures of me (three more than last year, mind you), and this is one of them. How flattering.
Still no make up on, and my hair went up while it was still wet, but I guess it's a little better.