tomorrow is our 9th annual after a six year hiatus beach party.
believe me when i tell you that D-Day's invasion was less stressful.
the Husband is completely wigging me out. and i don't wig easy.
he has mentioned more than once, to have kosher dogs for one of his work friends. the man doesn't eat kosher. he just likes the dogs.
the same non-kosher eating man apparently has a rapier wit. the Husband has said time and again this past week to "be prepared."
apparently during the 12 years Husband & i have been together, he has learned that i am a shrinking violet. a namby-pamby who isn't sarcastic and is afraid to speak her mind.
now if he would also see i am a voluptuous blonde who wears a size 8 and stilettos, we'd be good.
i know what the real deal is: he wants this to be as perfect as possible. it's like getting in with the cool kids and wanting them to like you. he wants them to like him and i can't blame him for that.
i've had a little experience planning parties. i planned our freaking wedding, for gosh sakes!! i research. i plan. i execute. i, in many cases, over plan and overbuy because it's always better to have too much than not enough.
face it: no one bitches if it's good. only if it's bad.
but i'm telling you if i have to hear one more time about a damn kosher dog...well, it's gonna be cooking someplace no one ever thought of before.
you just won't want to eat it.