Karl shot me in the back with a chicken. That's right, he shot me with a chicken. 2 inches of vindictive little rubber chickenness... well, you just can't let that kind of thing stand, you know? So I got the other chicken chucker and a battle then ensued. I don't know if there was actually a winner, but I laughed until I got a headache and we were still finding little rubber chickens in Karl's living room the next morning...lol. All in all, Tara's birthday slumber party was a resounding success. We had movies, games, chicken chucking fights, pillow fights, more movies, gossip at 3:30am, birthday cake, and tasty enchiladas for dinner and stuffed crepes for breakfast which, despite the fact that I was apparently scooping the batter left-handed (LOL!!!), turned out quite well, if I do say so myself. I got to play chef and Karl did an admirable job as sous-chef, even though he actually took my mixer away from me...hehe. Happy Birthday Tara! I hope it's going to be an absolutely fabulous year :D
(Rachel, Karl, Lara, Tara, Ben, Me and Martha).