Happy Birthday Stacy!

Like you just stepped out of a salon. Because you did.

We took before photos as well, but let's be honest, Stace, we weren't lookin' so hot at 8:30am on a Saturday morning. Four hours and $24 + tip later (+ intimate conversations with our youthful hairdressers who thought Stacy looked 18/21, by the way), voila!



Can I just say that we meet the most interesting folks out in this world? Today was the business student from Kuwait whose granduncle snorted Orangina and who is apparantly is the talk of the town in Corvallis. He thinks Stacy's last name has no history, though. Culturally Insensitive Huxtable. [as I'm probably getting internet stalked by him...]

Stace's birthday festivities ensue any minute now. Surprises are fun, but a lot of work. Especially when you absolutely suck at lying.