The party recap; chock full of photos and cussing.

 

If you really care.

I survived another party. Barely.

The spread.

My sweet friend Dawn and her hubby Eric.

Stacy, Suz and Dawn. AKA: Charlie's Angels.

Dawn is so young, she had no idea what we were doing. (or she grew up Amish)  It took her a moment to catch on….hence my laughing.

The Coach and some of Da’ Boys.

Shiny Happy People. And me. {everyone is leaning in. hello? wide lens}

Ok, for my wordy part.

Stacy, Marcello, Tim, Suz and Jeff.

See Tim? yeah Tim. My BFF. Tim reads my blog. Tim can’t get past the fact that I can come up with shiny happy stuff each time I blog. He said: Some days, it seems you are a bit whiny and mad at the beginning….and I am waiting for you to blow your top…and let it allllll go….but it always turns out sunny. Damn. (he said something similar to that…I had some wine, ok?)   

{Bee happy?}

I explained that when I am not shiny and happy…then I get a call from Bev.

Aka: Mom.

I can’t win. If I am down I lose. If I am cheerful I lose.

So in honor of my friend Tim (who will be 50 next week and has not a flippin wrinkle to his name)

Eff everything.

ouch.

Eff it all.

ouch.

There. I said it.

Are you happy Tim?

I sure hope so, cause that hurt my delicate fingertips.

I just can’t be a Debbie Downer.

I keep all the Debbie Downer stuff inside…you know so it can fester, boil and then explode all over my kitchen on a big holiday. {I kid}  

Isn’t that normal?

 

Oh, and don’t you want to know what Tim says keeps the wrinkles away…

You know you want to know.

Little Debbie's’ snack (preserved filled) cakes.

yeah, it’s all the preservatives. Go figure. Botox via Little Debbie.

How was your weekend? Did you get blog-outed? 

And just for Tim: Bee Happy. {Damn it to heck!!!}

I lurve you.

xoxox