I swear my ex and I crack each other up all the time. Now that we don’t live together and don’t have to bear any of the consequences for the other’s actions (or share credit scores), we’re actually better friends. We’re BFF. Really. No. I keed. But it’s not bad, and it helps that he and Phil get along. In fact, my ex is constantly asking me when I’m going to marry him, because he’s so good for me, and for the kids. Can you stand it? Call Oprah!
Anyway, we are having Daphne’s birthday party tomorrow (the one that was canceled last week after she lost the invitations while passing them out), and it’s going to be a scream. It’s a spa party, and I think I’m going to have more fun than anyone. I mean, I’m already giddy from putting together the goodie bags.
When I was finished, I shot Daphne’s father an email:
I finally unpacked the boxes for the party and let me tell you that I am going to use Birthday in a Box forever. This is unbelievable:
- round plates for cake
- a button for her to wear that says she’s the bday girl
- big square plates for more food (or beauty supplies)
- a manicure kite
- a pedicure kit
- those disposable pink foam slippers so you don’t ruin your toe polish
- masks with cucumbers painted on the eyes
- table cloths
- gift purses with feathered pens, lip gloss, big plastic ring, set of two friendship bracelets, a “Forever Friends” sticky note pad, and crystal body art.
I’m in awe. Also, I bought the biggest suitcase of makeup – it didn’t look that big online, but it’s got a combination lock, a whole set of brushes and dozens of colors of blush, eyeshadow, lip glosses, nail polish, and a mirror in the lid. And it looks like it was designed by the Power Puff girls.
So, we don’t need anything but the cake, so please do that, and I could probably use some help decorating and arranging the room so no one destroys my desk or new couch.
P.S. I haven’t been this hung over in a very, very, extremely long time.
I’ll get the cake tomorrow unless you think there’s a chance they may not have one available. Not because it’s popular but because it’s stale:-) Speaking of Playdoh, the kids left a tub of green playdoh out and half of it was missing and Molly was wagging her tail and had a green chin when we got home. Who knew it was so good?? I guess that settles what the kids are having for dinner tonight!
PS: what’s a manicure kite? do they take turns flying a kite while another child tries to paint their toes? should be fun! it’s been windy!!
I SAW that typo, and swear I fixed it because it made me laugh, like you have to tie yourself to a kite to get the wind to dry your nails. You’re idea is better, though (and I would have spit my water if I had any hydration left in me). We’ll have one stationed in the back. I have a ladder up against the pergola.
I remember one of the babysitters making playdough, and that Daphne was shitting bright green for two days. I remember because it was right after St. Patrick’s day. I’m glad it was that color, and not the batch of red they made with it. I would have run screaming from the room.