This is what we found waiting for us at my sister's house in Roswell, NM after a LONG drive. It was the beginning of what I can only call a FREAKY weekend of aliens, dehydration, kidney stones and baggy-pantied super heroes.
The Alien Cake's antennae say "GREETINGS, NICK," "GREETINGS MADDIE," AND "GREETINGS DYLAN." And inside, the cake was very, very red. And nummy.
3 comments:
hahaha-sounds like we really missed out!! love all the new pics!
That does look creepy! I bet that was a killer drive...bummer!
Okay, that is a super fun way to be greated! What a clever sister. Your trip to Roswell looks very interesting! Good for laughs I am sure.
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