Man, I am hung.over. Woo!
Okay, I don't drink. At most I am Cheerwined over. Do y'all not in the South know from Cheerwine? It is kind of Dr Pepper-y, without the pepper. So it's kind of cherry cola-y. Anyway, it's delish. I told someone last night I was sad to move to the South till I found ham biscuits and Cheerwine. Then I was good with it.
So, it rained a little yesterday afternoon--not enough to ruin anything we'd hung in the back, but enough to cool it down about 10 degrees. So that was excellent. And people and their fears cracked me the Sam Hill up.
Here was my fear. Also, won't you appreciate our new blue walls and white bookshelf? Try to look beyond my sixteen unborn children. And by the way? You may not know this, but trying to navigate with a big pregnant stomach is hard. I kept spilling bruschetta on our child as I carried it to the food table.
Here is my neighbor Peg, co-party host. She is not a fan of the bee. Look at her cute shoe detail. The party was abuzz about it. BAH!
Afraid of the oil spill. Excellent! When she left, Marvin said to her, "Go home and clean up." Who finds his own every utterance hilarious?
Just when you thought it was safe to read my blog. And you know what's not tapped out? "Just when you thought it was safe" jokes about sharks.
I love everyone. I mean, they all really worked (for health insurance) on their outfits.
Everyone, that is, except my friend The Other June. We awarded prizes, and she won Most Lame.
Marty Martin came as fear of failure and his woman Kaye was The Pacific garbage patch.
Here was my favorite. My friend Tank's wife hates it when you go in the water and fish swim around your ankles. She got the Most Original prize.
My pal Hammy never wants to jump out of a plane. Despite the part where she might get to be the Bionic Woman if all went terribly wrong.
And her husband feared time.
A couple hours into the party, I decided to give birth, because that plastic beach ball from the dollar store was starting to stick to my thighs. When I pushed it out (yes, I did), Marvin yelled, "That looks nothing like me!"
Again. Hearts. Him. Self.
Anyway, it was a good TIME, despite someone's fear of it, and everyone stayed till about midnight. Well, my friends did. Peg's friends all left by 10:00. I felt bad, thinking maybe Peg was tired, but she seemed totally not tired, and she did have one friend (who dressed as fear of being a redneck) stay. We broke it up because huge flashes of lightning started zipping across the sky, so all the men quickly carried my furniture back inside, and let me tell you, that went a lot faster than when Peg and I schlepped it our own selves the other day.
I wish I always had a team of men to do things. Like a staff or Egyptian slaves or something. Is that politically incorrect of me to wish? I wish it anyway.
Today I have to (wait for it) proofread something, and also plant the zinnia my friend The Other June brought me. I am quickly realizing the best thing to give me is something to plant in my yard. I could hardly sleep I was so excited to plant my zinnia today. And again. What happened to drunk slutty June who passed out on random floors throughout her 20s?
Hi, mom!
P.S. I forgot to tell you, I have a new fear.
Marvin growing a Tallulah face.
