This week marks the final week of party planning for my grandmothers 70th birthday.
Yes my mother volunteered me to be the party planner.
For exactly one day after Raygans birthday I took advantage and lounged around the house and played with the girls all day. I even got a fabulous dinner cooked for me, the Mr. Knows parties stress me out. Then I looked at the calendar and realized I had 8 days until the 70th. Crap
Here we freaking go again.
I've already given duties for food, flowers so basically that just leaves me at the decor...
Let's we what I come up with. Its totally different planning a toddler girly party then a sophisticated adult party. But I'm in!
Dear Dora Inflatable Balloon: You saved my life at the fair, you made a broken hearted 20 month old instantly happy after she was forced to stray off the rides unlike her big sister. Thank you.
Dear Family: I can't wait to see you all next week! Let the festivities begin:)
Dear Mr.: I'm trying my hardest to convince you to drive the extra 45 after the big party to take the chicklets to the zoo. That's the last thing I want to do before summers over. Pretty pleaseeee!
(insert puppy dog face here)
Dear Road Construction: You have now been digging away at my street for over a month.
I'm over it entirely. I want to keep my car clean and I'm sick of the bumps!
Dear Pumpkin Spice Latte: I'm so ready for you!
Dear Readers: I'm in a funk. A "I need something new funk" what do you guys do when you need a change? New hair color, change your furniture? That's the kind of change I usually do!
Linking up with here!
Have a great weekend. Be safe.