Lying will cause you to injure your bad digit.

I've become the biggest liar. 

So big, that my pants actually ARE on fire. Thats hot. 

We hosted a surprise 50th birthday party for my MIL on Saturday....and I've been lying for weeks. 

Don't get your panties in a bunch because you weren't invited. I didn't have your address.

Yes, I know she is YOUNG.
But since she is so good to us, the kids and Coach's dad, we won't hold her age against her. 

Having a surprise party means a lot of lying was going on.

Lying hurts my face and it does a number on my joints. 

The girls picked her up for a 'surprise' outing....and they blindfolded her. Twice. 

She was lucky to have air holes. 

All the party peeps were at our house waiting.

Coach's Dad arranged to have the party catered.

My favorite new word is Catered. 

Finally, someone in my house serving and cleaning...and it wasn't me!!!

Earlier in the morning I picked up one of her Sisters, a nephew, a cousin and the cousin's daughter at the airport. They flew in from Massachusetts. We lovingly refer to them as the Yankees. 

{So, if they are Yankee's...does that make me a rebel? Funny, I don't even feel rebellious today}. 

Another sister drove over from the East Coast too. It was great being with all the Yankee's and some other non Yankee's too. She comes from a large family with 6 other siblings. 

I bet you are thinking: Catholic and Irish.

Ding Ding Ding. YOU win a prize.

G'ma Judy with her 5 grandkids. 

And here she is with her favorite Daughter in law.  

I'm everyone's favorite. Just ask me.

And if you were just thinking: That Suz is a saint.... I'll give you the finger.  

I was in a hurry cutting limes moments before the (30) guests arrived....and I almost took the tip off. Of course, at the same time the skies opened up, rain poured, lightening cracked and Ozzie pee'd on the kitchen floor. 

Who needs more entertainment than that?

No one. That's who.