Sooo over the weekend we hosted a pool party and cookout for about 20 people. You guys would have been so proud of me. Rambo couldn’t help because he was at work so I had to get everything ready all by myself. And while my stomach was in knots and I did get a migraine – I also survived the damn party.
Wanna hear something even more unbelievable? I’m hosting another one in a week for about 30 people. Holy crap on a stick covered in cheese, right? Apparently I hide my massive social anxiety well or people would never keep asking me to host parties. Jesus balls.One of the worst parts about hosting parties is that I have to clean my house. People seem to like and even expect clean toilets and clean floors. I myself, think they are over-rated. I got better things to worry about – like naps and laying out and such. *sigh*
Switching gears completely – wanna know what I just did 15 minutes ago in the office? There’s a girl here who has a new shirt on and I f*cking love it. So much that I asked where she got it and then I went online to get one. I asked her what size she thought I should get so she said, “Well – just come in my office and try mine on.” Okay – fine. So us two business professionals went in her office and switched shirts and had a little fashion show. Ah – funny. The power of fashion. You can’t fight it. It’s too bad that while I meant to only order that one shirt – that I ended up ordering 3 more. Shitballs.It’s been a little bit of a shopping day because before that I ordered a sideways cross necklace (have you seen those?) and a Saint pendant for the Saint that I am named after. I wear a ton of Saint charms on my charm bracelet that all belonged to my Grandma but I didn’t have the one that I am named after…until now. And I may or may not have accidentally put a purse in my checkout basket and the cutest little thumb ring ever. It’s a bow made of pink crystals. Free shipping – couldn’t resist.
Anywhoozle – beyond that I have nothing interesting to report. Rambo has been working shit-tons of overtime and that just plain blows. The girls and I miss him. I’m all about quality time with my girls but I have no problem admitting that this much one on one time with them is a bit problematic….in that – I get annoyed. I have children who ask too many damn questions like:Mom – are you going in the pool? Are you getting out of the pool? Are you going outside? Are you going to eat? What are you going to eat? Why are you taking a bath now? Why are you eating Doritoes in the bathtub? Why are you wearing that swimsuit? Because you are going in the pool? What are you watching? Etc. Etc.
To which I responded WHY DOES IT MATTER? OMG – it’s like a constant interrogation or like they are gathering data for a novel. They are lucky I went back to work today because I was thinking about selling them. They’re kinda cute and really snuggly during thunderstorms so I think I could charge a shitload for them.Calm down all of you out there looking up the number to CPS. I’m joking. I can’t sell them. Who would do the dishes then?