i survived…..

barely. i had to wear a hat for my kid’s birthday party because i ran out of time to do anything more than take a shower. 

but, most of these people have only seen me in a hat, so who gives…

what really matters is this:

CD: ‘Mom. This was the bestest party ever. I loved my party.’ 

R: ‘Mom, I loved this party. I want this for my party.’

who gives a shit if my jean skirt had wrinkles that looked like pleats?

every kid had a great time. the magician showed and was damn good, even though he had B.O. from doing 4 parties before us. i lit a candle. 

Full story tomorrow. 

now. wine.