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.
consider this:
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.
however...
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.
2 comments:
Oh Val, I hope you guys have the best time and I wish I were going to be there. Thanks again for the invite; I'll think of you, momentarily, while at the play! I won't name it so as not to send you into convulsions!
I am sure the party is awesome. Forget the weenie schmuck! Not worth the worry.
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