Normal sounds boooooring....

My friend Kerstyne and I were making my husband a pimp cake at 11:00 last night. It had sparkly green dollar signs, gold dubloons around the bottom, gold "congrats", shredded money down the center, and fake gold teeth jutting out the front. I realized that normal people probably never make pimp cakes. Or do half the strange things we do that we enjoy immensely. How sad. Normal must be aweful.