Did anyone bring the minutes? What’s on the agenda? Is there any old business? No. Good. I hate old business. New business? Oh yes, there is a bit…
First, thank you to everyone who wished Himself a happy birthday. He loved them all. He thinks it’s amazing that people who read my blog would want to wish him a happy birthday, but I know that I have incredible friends in the blogging world and am not shocked at all that they wish him a happy birthday.
Second, for the last few days I have not responded to comments. I apologize. There was just so darned much to do to get ready for the big 50th soiree. Things are back to normal though.
Lastly, fun stuff coming on Project: Purse and Boots in the next few days. The Write-Up of Sharyn versus the Oakland A’s, a wonderful story about a loving grandma and stroke, and a giveaway! Of a mug! (And most of you know what THAT means…)
But now, some pictures of The Event.
Because Himself was born in 1960, the party was 60’s theme. And where I went “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” and Himself went Apollo 11, we were WELL outnumbered by the flower children. Despite the fact that I did NOT have the period kool-aid to offer.
A-line dresses are death on an hourglass figure, but…I couldn’t help it. I wanted the dress. And yes, I found an online tutorial on how to do “Holly Golightly” hair. I was not born knowing how to do that.
The fact that I opted out as Joan from Mad Men didn’t matter. My maid-of-honor at my wedding (who people often mistake for the sister I do not have) filled the niche. And where I spent 45 minutes getting my hair to do that, she spent 4.
I hate her.
Also, note the short sleeves on the suit. It was so warm, he couldn’t wear the space-suit costume without being miserable. So he cut off the sleeves and the legs. The space-suit was renamed “the space romper.”
I inadvertently left my minibroom and dustpan out on the patio and I was bullied into taking a picture as photographic evidence. I tried throwing it under a bush. No go. I invited a lot of mean people to the party.
Himself is in a blues band, and they did a four song set for the party. Child B and my uncle (on sax) sat in for the performance. There’s also a bass player that didn’t make it into the shot. This is a stellar shot of the space-romper.
And finally, here is the birthday man with his requested birthday bread. Which was made by my friend in the hot red dress. Because..I just…I just couldn’t. Make bread for 35 people? *shudder*
I currently stand at –18 Martha Points. I said I thought I’d be fine after the party. Let’s see… what all did I do…
- Planted plants
- Painted chairs
- Refinished a table
- Hung lanterns
- Strung shade fabric
- Made Apollo Mission and NASA badges
- Made PW’s mac and cheese, two different versions
- Made pulled pork and meatballs for sandwiches
- Made cole slaw for 35
- Made sangria
- Teased my hair beyond anything that could be considered healthy
- Donned false eyelashes
- Made a cigarette holder out of a dowel and origami paper
- I tried to paint the house (more on that later) but had the wrong color paint.
- Used every dish I’ve ever owned
- Shopped for the perfect 60’s era dress
All in the name of how much I love my husband and how much I wanted his birthday to be wonderful.
The scale maxes out at 50 points.
Current score: –18 Points
Party score: +68 points
New total: +50 Martha Points
Leaving the damned mini broom on the patio: -2 points.
Revised total: +48 Points