Kate Plus Eight-you got nuttin’ on me! Lynda Carter (aka, Wonderwoman)-step aside.
So, Christmas and New Year’s Eve just ended, but my partying days are not over. Nope. Not even close-well, kind of close, but not close enough. Little Maycee turned eight years old yesterday-THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE! And, while I just started back to work after my much-needed, much- anticipated vacation, it’s been a wham-bam-thankyoumam(mom) kind of week in and around and all-about. Why am I posting this? Well, just because I can, and because it will help me survive the next 48 hours as I continue to decorate for a superfunponyparty tomorrow afternoon equipped with pinthetailonthedonkeypony, sea life bingo, and a mini-tattoo parlor. My eyes are weary, but I will not fail!
I’ve been donning the clock ’til the midnight hour every day this week (New Year’s Resolution #1 to the toilet), blowing up balloons, putting up birthday banners, setting up pony decorations, building 12 totally awesome goodie bags so I comply with the NCLB Act of 2012, baking 53 chocolate chip cookies (yeah, from scratch, baby!) for Maycee to take to the Boys ‘n’ Girls Club yesterday (she told me EVERYONE nick-named her “Birthday Girl”), taking Maycee to dinner last night to our favorite bbq place so she could celebrate on her “real” day as requested (even opened some presents before bedtime), running to the store on my lunch break today to get chip ‘n’ dip, avocados for guac, grapes and apples for a fruit platter, and more cocoa powder for two home-made batches of brownies with icing just waiting to having swirling green writing on them saying, “Happy Birthday, Maycee!!!!!!!!!!”
Tonight I’ll hit OSH to find Paprika spray paint to spruce up my outdoor wicker furniture in plenty of time so as not to press Paprika on anyone’s butt-because have you heard it’s been 80 degrees in Cali and people will WANT to go outside and view the patio? More balloons will be blown up and apples sliced, dip made.
Tomorrow we’ll head to the ranch for a quick birthday ride with enough minutes left to hit Dominos Pizza to finish off the snacking menu before landing back at the dock to prepare for the Sub’s guests! Let’s hope I don’t have helmet hair, ’cause I won’t have time to shower-that’s a given.
My supermom cape is on! It’s comin’, and I’m almost ready!
Wish me luck, Readers, and I promise, there’ll be pictures!