*sneak*

I feel like my breathing is louder than usual. We're sneaking around, preparing a surprise birthday party for Tamara, preparing everything downstairs while she is upstairs watching Simpsons with Fabian and Andrea. I'm waiting for the peeps (haha. peeps.) to come with the cake. And if she comes down too early she will KNOW. *looks around the perimeter using my peripheral vision only*

 

 

my sneaking face.

P.A.R.T.Y.