Saturday night I hosted a soiree with La Bev + family and introduced them to another family that we knew The Bevs would really like. When their first conversation was about poo, we knew we had a match made in heaven.
We tossed the 6 kids some pizza, sugary juice boxes and a face painting kit and hardly heard from the wild banshees again for a solid 5 hours
In a related story, I'm now an unemployed
And remedy it, we did.
But never to be a hostess who runs out of anything, I
Two things I don't want my guests leaving with; empty stomachs and
In fact, sadly, it took me almost an hour to notice our dear friend E had slipped into a catatonic state in the kitchen.
What? I was busy rockin' out on the Guitar Hero.
But like all good things, the party came to an end around 1am when we all tried scrubbing our children clean (face paint + unsupervised children = FAIL). I fell asleep to the sounds of Joe scrubbing colorful little fingerprints off the walls.
Five hours later I woke up to the dreaded Carton Du Vin headache and the recollection of promising a friend we'd go horseback riding in the morning. I dragged myself out to the barn to feed the horses and get ready to ride. I'm not sure I've ever vomited on a horse, so I pleaded with Storm that I wouldn't yack on him if he'd just go all cruise control for me... oh and don't let me fall off. Deal.
Of course, I probably could have cancelled, but that's so not like me.
Luckily, the crisp fresh air and a healthy dose of Tylenol seemed to do the trick and I had a fabulous ride.
And no yacking.