Miss Stefanie

Yesterday was my best friend Stef's birthday.

In my life, Stef is kind of a big deal. She is my girl version of a soul mate....my sister, my bestie and the one who knows me better than even my husband. Heh. Sorry, Hubby...but it's true. Stefanie can walk into a store and tell you the exact outfit I would pick out. She can tell you what I like, what I don't, and how I show you each. She is funny, she is cute, she is smart and she is loved by many, many people. We've seen each other through braces, boys and drama. We've screamed together, laughed together, and held eachother when we cried.

She is my sister. My soul mate. And I love her more than the world.

Now if only she would fix her damn phone so I could CALL THE WOMAN.

{this weekend we went to dinner for her birthday}

{with heather (and luke), me (and hubs), stef (and mike) and shara}

{we made stef do saki bombs. which are apparently illegal? benihanna wouldn't serve them to us, so we gladly have them the middle finger and made them ourselves}

{can we just focus on that action shot for a second? awesome, right?}

{go stef!}

{please don't puke!}

{this was our benihanna chef. can we focus on his name for a second? look at the name tag. look at his face....name....face......name.....face......now COME ON. Dude's name...NOT YOSHI}

{hi luke!}

{the boys did some saki bombs}

{cute!}

{Happy Birthday, my Steffi!}