Several years ago, some friends and I got together and became zombies for a Halloween contest. We danced to Thriller and it was a lot of fun.
The flip side was we felt we’d never be able to top it, so we haven’t really gotten into the Halloween contest again…..until now.
The makeup artist was my friend, Bones. The whole group looked great and The song is Morrison’s Jig by Swagger from their album The Grave – I had to slow it down a lil’ bit so we didn’t break our necks. Great song!
TH is a little bit high maintenance. But the easy part of being married to him is that he’s predictable and asks for exactly what he wants, so, when he asked for a cake from the local grocery store with extra icing for his birthday, that’s what he got.
I attempted to call the grocery store Friday morning, but their phone line was busy…..forever! I had flashbacks of trying to register for college courses and hitting redial for half an hour and eventually gave up.
That evening, I entered the grocery store and patiently waited as two twenty-somethings ordered a purple and gold cake for their grandmother’s “21st” birthday. When it was my turn, I held out the white cake with buttercream frosting I’d selected and asked if she could just draw a box with icing in the middle and fill the middle in with icing because the birthday boy wanted extra icing. She looked at me as if I had a contagious disease and said, “you want me to just add icing? I don’t know if I can do that. We normally just write the name on them. I might have to charge you extra.” I said that was fine and she took the cake and went off to ask. At this point, another lady walked up and asked if I’d been helped. I said, “Yes, but she had to go ask a question because my request was out of the norm.” Then we had a lovely chat about how her daughter was having a birthday and she was picking up the cakes but the party was delayed because the birthday girl had broken her arm in a high school softball game. Oh my!
The baker came back with my cake and there was a blank box in the middle of the extra icing. Um, what to do with a blank box….hmmm. I really kind of want his name on it now, errrr, there just might be a reason TH and I are together, cause I’m not what you’d call low maintenance…but I really want to fill in the blank space. Since, I’d already had one turn at the baker and was in no hurry, I took the cake and stepped aside while Broken Arm Birthday Girls’s mom picked up her cake and cookie cake. We joked about how surely cake would make the Birthday girl feel better and off she went.
I said to the baker, “I’m really sorry, but do you mind writing his name on the cake in this blank box?” and she said, “just his name??” like she really expected me to respond, “You know what you’re right, can you please write, ‘Honey, you are the greatest huband in the whole world and I hope you have a wonderful birthday, Love, Pookie'” But, instead I responded, “yes, please, just his name.” She wrote his name and handed me the cake. I asked her name and she told me it was Kay and I said, “Thank you so much, Kay.” And at this point, she finally cracked a smile and said “You’re welcome.” I might be high maintenence, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be nice about it.
The important thing is not how a cake looks, but how much icing it has!
TH decided he wanted to spend his birthday building me a garden box and helping me plant herbs and veggies….and installing some track lighting in the house and THAT ladies and gentlemen is why I am willing to make an arse of myself at the bakery!
A good friend of mine and her husband are expecting twin baby girls soon. We had a work babies shower for them today. I wrote a little poem for the invite:
(Friend and Husband) are expecting baby girls.
Around them, a good wish from each of us swirls.
They’ll have sugar and spice
and everything nice….Twice.
We’re planning to gather on the thirtieth of March.
To shower them with gifts and eat some yummy starch.
Come to the (something) conference room to celebrate soon.
The party will begin at two in the afternoon.
We look forward to all making a happy fuss! :-)
They are registered at Amazon.com and Babies R Us.
The theme was two peas in a pod and I should probably disclaim right now that I’ve been known to go a little overboard with themes.
The rocket scientist/green lantern co-hostessed with me and I’m pretty sure a great time was had by all. There were games; there were prizes, and I got to play Vanna White a little bit, so you know I had a good time.
The mom and dad-to-be were joined by the grandma-to-be and her sister.
One friend of ours made this lovely diaper cake and a bunch of these cute booties for party favors.
Another friend was able to provide sage advice for the parents-to-be to share with their girls.
Thanks go out to my co-workers for all being such good sports and helping out and humoring me.
Special thanks to my co-hostess for doing such a lovely job on everything including talking me off ledges. It is possible I freaked out a tad when I realized I hadn’t made proper arrangements for a corsage (turns out I don’t plan around prom like I should). Her first response was to say words like epic fail and that the mom-to-be probably wouldn’t want to be friends with me after that kind of screw up. But then, Co-hostess McSmartypants suggested we buy a flower and had cute pink diaper pins so we could improvise. I loves her!
It turns out, I can be a little high strung about parties. Who knew? (hint: everyone).
Congrats, dad and mom-to-be! Ya’ll are great folks and I know you’ll be great parents!
