Friday is Baby Daddy’s 40th birthday. I’m super excited about throwing him a party this weekend. Mostly because I like throwing parties, but also because he almost never lets me throw him parties. So when he agreed to let me celebrate 40 years of him, I got a little excited. (For the record, Baby Daddy has taken to calling this MY party that happens to have him as a theme)
I’ve been planning for months. Mostly, I’ve been looking at too many party planning blogs. So roughly none of the ideas for this party are original. I’m also working like a mad woman to get this house whipped into shape before the party. I need a deadline to do anything, including actually decorating my house.
The first part of this event actually happened three weeks in advance when the invitations went out. I originally planned to type them all on my manual typewriter. It became clear pretty quickly, there are acts of loving care and suicidal overreaching. So I selected a lovely typewriter font and printed them. I forced Katy Kat into involuntary servitude to help me assemble, stamp and address them. She was horrified by the extent of my OCD. She would also be happy if I never had another “great idea” again.
The guests are invited. Now I just have to prep the house, clean, decorate, buy food and beer. No worries. Ack!