Wipeout
Query: What does a Well Read Hostess do when her six year old son announces that he'd like to have a backyard beach party?
Response: She goes batshit.*
More specifically, she puts down her book (thank you Great Spirit in the Sky - damn boat and dog, stupid canals), she shops, she bakes, she decorates, she creates playlists with a heavy Jan and Dean and Ventures emphasis, and she hurls cash in the general direction of the snaggle-toothed semi-literate clerk in Le Ville de Fete.**
She invites the adorable wild things AKA her son's friends.
She borrows her father's light-up palm tree. Her father actually drops off the wrong light up palm tree, causing her to remark that she hadn't considered the possibility that he might have MORE THAN ONE light up palm tree and would, therefore, need to be specific about which light up palm tree she wanted to borrow.
She inflates and fills a pool (Ok, that's a lie. HE inflated and filled the pool, but she patched the hole in the pool so that HE could re-inflate and refill).
Oh yes. One more thing. She forgets to document most of it despite the fact that camera was in her hand the entire time.
Sunscreen Bar (must convince other parents that I am a responsible adult)
Tiki "lantern"
Party favors decoratively arranged on circa 1942 stove that has been sitting on my porch since March. Want it? It's yours.
Lonely remaining weird looking hot dog. All hot dog friends gone. Devoured by pack of ravenous children.
And this is where the photo of the cupcakes I made would go. Had I taken a photo, that is. You would have liked the photo. You would have liked the cupcakes, too. Two kinds. Chocolate and coconut. They were good. Thanks Ina.
Lack of evidence aside, we all had a time. And, who woulda thunk it, it felt a lot like SUMMER.
* Sorry, mom.
**She also enlists the invaluable assistance of TWGH who cannot resist a good Slip 'n Slide and who gamely tries to construct a wave/surfboard doohickey for kids to play on. And who does not raise one eyebrow even a millimeter upon wife's purchase of tiki lantern strings. Yay TWGH!
Response: She goes batshit.*
More specifically, she puts down her book (thank you Great Spirit in the Sky - damn boat and dog, stupid canals), she shops, she bakes, she decorates, she creates playlists with a heavy Jan and Dean and Ventures emphasis, and she hurls cash in the general direction of the snaggle-toothed semi-literate clerk in Le Ville de Fete.**
She invites the adorable wild things AKA her son's friends.
She borrows her father's light-up palm tree. Her father actually drops off the wrong light up palm tree, causing her to remark that she hadn't considered the possibility that he might have MORE THAN ONE light up palm tree and would, therefore, need to be specific about which light up palm tree she wanted to borrow.
She inflates and fills a pool (Ok, that's a lie. HE inflated and filled the pool, but she patched the hole in the pool so that HE could re-inflate and refill).
Oh yes. One more thing. She forgets to document most of it despite the fact that camera was in her hand the entire time.
Sunscreen Bar (must convince other parents that I am a responsible adult)
Tiki "lantern"
Party favors decoratively arranged on circa 1942 stove that has been sitting on my porch since March. Want it? It's yours.
Lonely remaining weird looking hot dog. All hot dog friends gone. Devoured by pack of ravenous children.
And this is where the photo of the cupcakes I made would go. Had I taken a photo, that is. You would have liked the photo. You would have liked the cupcakes, too. Two kinds. Chocolate and coconut. They were good. Thanks Ina.
Lack of evidence aside, we all had a time. And, who woulda thunk it, it felt a lot like SUMMER.
* Sorry, mom.
**She also enlists the invaluable assistance of TWGH who cannot resist a good Slip 'n Slide and who gamely tries to construct a wave/surfboard doohickey for kids to play on. And who does not raise one eyebrow even a millimeter upon wife's purchase of tiki lantern strings. Yay TWGH!
Looks like it was fun...I don't think you have enough sunblock, though.
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I LOVE your dad! TWO light up palm trees? That's fabulous! I only have one. He must be a hoot.
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Picture or no, I can attest that the cupcakes were delightful to the eye and delish to the stomach. The sunscreen bar was also damn impressive. My wild things had a ball!
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Our July baby has requested his 10th b'day party be at the local skating rink. Yep, we're takin' the wild things ice skating. Then for burgers 'n' fries. Way to be cooool in July, I figger.
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