Well, we are sorta past the stay-out-clubbing-in-the-Portland-rain age, and more into the warm-dry-hotel-suite-and-fleece-jammies age. Plus, it wouldn't be us if I didn't clomp around in Stacey's high heels.
Sister graciously volunteered to walk to the Rite Aid and got us milk for our donuts. In her real clothes, not her jammies. So sweet, despite the sorta creepy pose goin' on here.
And then gifts! What more could we want from Winter Girl Party/Our Stacey's Birthday! YAY! Thanks girls!
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