Best Friends Birthday!

Today was DesiRae (my bestfriend)'s birthday! I am excited for her just because she turned 18! Kind of a big birthday day if you ask me! Well anyways, she recently got a new job and she had to work today (she was wayyy bummed out) around 3 in the afternoon MommaRae (Des's mom) called me up and asked me if I wanted to road trip it to Lethbridge with her to decorate Des's car.. well being the best friend I am.. naturally said... "OH YEAH! LET'S DO THIS" So we piled into the car and took off..
We went to the dollar store and bought a TON of balloons... this is how the car looked..

Let's just say that was the beginning.... Here's another look at it..

There are 3 people in this vehicle.. can't really tell.. can you? It's a little difficult.. and the balloons began to ATTACK me!! and man oh man! was my hair ever staticie after that little ride!

When we finally got to her car we had streamers, happy birthday balloons, confetti, and window writers!

The whole trip was worth it! I had a blast practising my streamer skills, which if you ask Des, aren't the greatest.. but I had fun doing it!

This is a small peek into her car!

Confetti!! SO worth it! However the absolute best part was walking across the parking lot, and seeing her car door open, in my head I was thinking, "Oh crap! I left it open!" Just then I see Des's head pop out! haha it was her break time! So MommaRae and I got to talk to her for the 15 minutes! It was rather grand! She looked pretty happy! She also laughed hard!
Her mom and sister used the window writers to say things like "Happy Birthday!" and "You're 18!" but me, the bestie, said "WOW! YOU'RE OLD!" :) She laughed! and then said soon I would be old too! haha It was just a grand ol' day!

Honestly, Des and I never thought we would ever be friends, infact we disliked eachother back in jr. High. But through the years we became the best of friends. She is the one person I have grown to trust, and I would not change the years for anything! She is truly my sister. We have done and been everywhere together. We work to help eachother be better people, and we stop one another from doing stupid things. I honestly don't know who I would be with out her! She helped me when no one else would. Yeah, we have had our fights, and sometimes we've had some pretty big ones, yet no MATTER WHAT we are always there for each other. Never will we lose this!
Happy Birthday to my BEST FRIEND, my true friend, and my sister DESIRAE! It's been awesome! I love having you in my life!!

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