Ashton's birthday started out like most. A family dinner (this year it was Pei Wei), then back to the house for cake and presents. It was as if Target threw up in the house and had partaken in way too many Littlest Pet Shops the night before. That's ok, though, because Ashton was more than happy to be on the raw end of that deal.
Friday night is when the four-letter word happened. Ashton had a slumber party.
Oh sure, they look innocent. But don't let them fool you. There was much screaming, running, slamming of doors, and laughing. OH THE LAUGHING!!!
And I can't forget the ghost stories. There was the donkey lady, bloody Mary, blue-eyed baby (?).... one girl was so scared she had to call her mom at 12:30 to come get her. I tried to calm her down. I even ruined every one else's fun by informing them that none of their little stories were true! But alas, they did not believe me.
It was horrible.
Oh, they look all cute. After pancakes and bacon. But at this point I still had 3 hours of fun. And by fun, I mean running, and screaming, and slamming doors, and laughing. OH THE LAUGHING!!!!