I have a birthday on Saturday, and Rachel begged me to let her design the partay invitation (graciously offered to do it). Hahahahaha. I can't get over how ridiculous(ly awesome) it is. Am I the blond, roller-skating, midriff-baring bunny?
We also had a really good conversation last night regarding my Big Day:
We also had a really good conversation last night regarding my Big Day:
Rachel: Ok, so you have two birthday present choices. One, I'll take you to the tattoo parlour on Thursday, and you can spend up to $60 on a new tattoo. We can get matching best friend necklace tattoos. Do you want that? Or you can have the surprise behind Door Number 2.
Linzo: Hmmm. I think I'll go Door Number 2. What is it?!?
Rachel: I CAN'T TELL YOU. But, I'm 95% sure it will work out for your party on Saturday.
Linzo: Is it only a party thing?
Rachel: No. It's a forever thing.
Linzo: Is it a new cat? I don't want another cat.
Rachel: No, that's illegal.
Linzo: What's illegal?
Rachel: Having 4 cats in Chicago is illegal. I think that is important information for you to know.
Linzo: (Silence) Ok, good. I don't want another cat.
In summation: Birthday Party. Saturday. Come. Rachel is the bomb.