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Retro-retrospection - 2008-10-06
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10:05 a.m. - 2005-06-24
T-minus 28 hours and counting… I'm still unsure of numbers, might have 35 people, might have 60 people, might have 8 people. Okay, more than 8. Still, I don't know how much food to prepare. I don't have the world's biggest fridge and cold storage is the real buggabear. With a bigger fridge I'd just cook job lots of everything with a Marie Antoinette attitude toward overage. "Let them eat leftovers!" Alex was pulling weeds under the arborvitae on the road side this morning. A passing jogger stopped to tell Alex how nice our place was looking. YAY! You know how it is, if it's yours you tend to think it's wonderful no matter what. I'm convinced every parent thinks their baby is the World's Cutest Kid, even if it really looks like E.T. So it is with my yard. I think it's great, but maybe it looks like an unholy mess to other people. The house is mostly clean. Waiting to do my bathroom until tomorrow morning. Even my office is scrubbed and shiny. A bloody miracle, that. The loveseat rarely gets sat upon so it had started to collect homeless detritus. Shoes were piling up too. In an effort not to track up the house too badly my guys have been taking off their shoes when they came in. Nice in theory, but I ended up with over a dozen pair of mud clotted stinky guy shoes in here. Considering the whole room is only 6 x 8 the available floor space is at a premium. Nothing like trying to navigate with a hot mug of tea and stumbling over some weighty steel toed boots, Alex's canoe sized sneakers and a tangle of random flip-flops to get my day off to a great start. Heh. I'm pretty relaxed. Surprising. Before other parties, even just having SIL and her guys for dinner, I'd get all wound up and freaky. Today I'm cool. Food will be prepared. Things outdoors will get set up. People will come. Kids will play. Adults will chit-chat. Everybody will eat. Barring a hurricane or an invasion of bears, any mishaps will be minor. Went up to Party City yesterday to buy a piñata. The mushy types have struck again. Can you believe they've come up with 'non-violent' piñatas? Travesty. The stupid piñatas have a bunch of pull-strings on the bottom. Each kid gets a string and they all pull together to open a trap door. Bor-ing! But it's safe! And it's more 'fair'! Nobody is left out by having the thing break open before everybody got a turn. And thank goodness they got rid of that horrendous flailing with a stick! You could put an eye out with a stick! God knows there's millions of cases of piñata-related blindness every year. Plus any number of animal abusers and serial killers who started down their road to Perdition by getting a taste of evil by bashing a papier-mache donkey. Non-violent safety piñatas. I fricken give up. Now, my friends, I must get about my business. There's potato salad to make. Deviled eggs to prepare. Radishes to carve into roses. Party music to line up. And some serious consideration to weigh about the merits of a keg. Hey, no reason the grown-ups can't have fun too. Yours about to party, ~LA
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