Vee har maykink herr a partay.
I know! You’re thinking, "You’re still in your dressing gown and it’s 9:45 am?!"
Pah. SN is helping me with festivities. Got the chammpers. Got the pinot noir (curse you, Terry, for turning me into a wine snob!) – not that nasty locally grown shtuff. blechhh.
Carrot cake is being decorated. Heh heh heh. The Inscription: What I look forward to is continued immaturity followed by death. (Apologies to Dave Barry.)
Couldn’t resist. It’s so, so, so reminiscent …
Must root around in basement and find the prezzie.
Then wrap it. Or put it in something baggie-like and poof some paper jauntily about.
The Momster is with The Furious today. And his kids. (That reminds me: must wrap Austin’s prezzie – his birthday is right next to momster’s – and I am sure he’ll like the Curious George toy.)
I am cognizant of the fact that I have a lopsided attitude toward familial obligations…but I do love a party!
That’s normal, isn’t it?
Moon’s in Aquarius today. Hmmm. Trining Mars in Gemini. It’ll be a yakky party.
(Note to self: wear something that makes the bosoms look fetching. I’ll explain later.)