My Weekend at Home With the Family.

Alison rides the bus with me.

Cornfields. This is where I live, friends. Learn it, live it: corn.

My little munchkin-pookieface waited patiently for me on the couch.
Unfortunately, college food has done harsh things to my back-areas.
Therefore, Hoover had to be placed further to the left.

Teary domestic moment! My mother cooks delicious chicken
pot pie, and places it on the table.

Hoover smells chicken!

Hoover is desolate when not offered chicken.

My white chocolate truffle whipped cream chocolate amaretto cake with
stars on top. Made by my mother.

Paulina and Mama decorate.

Papa films.

Glowy haze! Wine glasses! Not mine, mind you.

Mama induced in psychedelic haze.

Glowing, delicious cake.

The inside of the cake.

We're excited. Because we're going to eat cake.

I get a ridiculous amount of shiny packages.

For posterity, Papa chooses to film us all.

I open my swank packages. These are some awesome headphones.

Zennheiser Headphones! They are superb.

Papa films some more.

Hoover does not appreciate his lack of chicken.

I appreciate my new speakers HEAVILY.

Beautiful new flats.

Examining.

More examining.

The wreckage of birthday presents.

Somehow along the night, Paulina managed to get herself knocked up.

By plastic bags filled with air.

Close-up of headphones.

Wheeeeeeh!

David Sedaris = love.

Pretty Gap bags = nifty.

Papa and Paulina.

Umm...

Uh. Everybody likes wrapping paper used as hats.

Hoover and I decide to put on our precious faces together.

Ohhhhhhhh.

Hoover gets back on the couch after a huge effort, and decides
to flash me his buttock-area. Thanks, Hoovy.

All in all, I give my 18th birthday a large thumbs up.

Thank you to the people who made this possible! AKA, you know who you are.