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Do you want to see more photos from Mom's bday weekend??

You doooo?

Okay, good.

Mishah and I arrived late to a party in full regalia on Saturday night, and my peeps greeted us like we were the Queen and King of Sheeba.

We're an exuberant group.

And who doesn't like exuberance?

Nobody, that's who.

And then? The megaphone.

See that look on MB's face? Yes. That's how we all felt.

And then . . . 

Sunday!

Clara and I walked to meet the assbag crew arriving on the train . . .

. . . and oh what a crew.

And then, just like that -- except with a lot of tricky transportation logistics -- there we were at Mom-Fest . . .

Mom Fest! 2015 Edition.

Colleenie and I saw eachother two weekends in a row. It's unfair and wrong that this past weekend the universe kept her from me.

Dang that Universe.

These two.

These two.

These two . . . wait! We two!

Okay, so here's a fun game. I like to call it "Who Can Wreck The Group Photo?!"

Sing along if you know the words.......

But anaway . . .

. . . the next day?

Mom photo

Some more Epic.

We tend to Epic.

And Fabuloso.

And Cool.

One of my favorite photos ever taken of my co-blogger and me . . .

Schlekita!

But let's face it. There's a lot of love, there's a lot of happiness, there's a lot of awesome epicness. But everybody only ever cares about these stinkers:

As Julie said, if Colleenie smiled any bigger, her face would explode.

Mom? Have we told you? We adore you.