My birthday weekend started with an excellent night of tacos, ice cream sundaes, and a surprise dog shaped cake made by Jodie! I do love dogs.
The next morning I jumped on a plane to go visit my friend Cassandra in Salt Lake City.
It was a most excellent weekend. My dream of dreams was to go snow shoeing, and Cassandra made it happen!
I also did some downhill skiing.
And, apparently it's not considered snow shoeing if you don't slide down a hill on your butt.
Later that night I went to see this girl:
And eat this cake:
And also get puked on. Yes, Taffy puked on my pants, but Paul happened to have his duck pants nearby so I slipped into those and Paul washed my jeans. It was fabulous. I had freshly laundered and pressed jeans.
Later, later that night we fulfilled another dream and we went to go visit the newish Draper temple.