Dear Friends and Family,
A most painful weekend.
Saturday, we went through the painful exercise of determining favor bags. Yes, you read that correctly. Anything that involves Mr. mouse and me and making a decision for an event is painful. If anyone needs an event planner and a multiple choice sheet, it's us. This is how we ended up baking invitations after looking at a million and one fonts. Okay, I exaggerate. We only looked at 10,001 fonts.
After spending a painful amount of time looking for flag sticker books and cheap Crayola markers, Mr. mouse caved and we placed a purchase and finished our favor bags.
Then, we moved on to decorations, or really plates, cups, and napkins. And, Mr. mouse wanted to go to the store since we saw the flag stuff online. I told him it might not be in store, but he wanted to go so we went. And, surprise, surprise, it was an online only item. Since P was awake and really it's a miracle these decisions ever get made, we postponed the decorations decision.
Which brings us to the fiasco that was Sunday.
Last weekend, Mr. mouse wanted time with P and I wanted to sleep after eating bad fish. So, we skipped our usual F1 race routine. And, of course, it's the weekend that one of my favorite drivers does really well. So, I wanted to see if we could see it this weekend. Normally, this isn't a problem. But, the bar we watch it at underwent an ownership change. And, Mr. mouse wanted to go for lunch since it'd be more convenient under the thought process that that way P would eat more. Sometimes it's just not worth arguing with him. Well, sometime around noon Mr. mouse told me to call, and of course, we get a noncommittal, we don't know, call back in two hours when the owner's back. So, that effectively kills the lunch option.
Then, we head out to the park to play and because Mr. mouse wants to... to take pictures. Now, spring photos is on my to do list. But, P's sick. Her nose is running. And, it's freezing out. As in we're still wearing coats on top of sweaters cold. In my mind, I pictured pictures of us without our coats on with flowers in the background, but, no, we're not being logical this weekend.
We had fun at the park. And, Mr. mouse got some decent pictures.
And, then we came home and after playing a little bit and roasting a chicken, (yes, you read that correctly, roasting a chicken) Mr. mouse had me call the bar and yes they still have the race and yes we can come watch it over dinner. So, we finished up whatever needed to be finished up. And, we headed out to the bar. And, when we got there, it was a fiasco squared. They didn't know how to turn on the back room TVs and they didn't know how to split the front room TVs and we decided to leave and eat dinner elsewhere.
And, now, it's Monday, and we're not done party planning and I didn't get to watch the race, but we do have a roast chicken in the fridge.
Cheers!
mouse
A most painful weekend.
Saturday, we went through the painful exercise of determining favor bags. Yes, you read that correctly. Anything that involves Mr. mouse and me and making a decision for an event is painful. If anyone needs an event planner and a multiple choice sheet, it's us. This is how we ended up baking invitations after looking at a million and one fonts. Okay, I exaggerate. We only looked at 10,001 fonts.
After spending a painful amount of time looking for flag sticker books and cheap Crayola markers, Mr. mouse caved and we placed a purchase and finished our favor bags.
Then, we moved on to decorations, or really plates, cups, and napkins. And, Mr. mouse wanted to go to the store since we saw the flag stuff online. I told him it might not be in store, but he wanted to go so we went. And, surprise, surprise, it was an online only item. Since P was awake and really it's a miracle these decisions ever get made, we postponed the decorations decision.
Which brings us to the fiasco that was Sunday.
Last weekend, Mr. mouse wanted time with P and I wanted to sleep after eating bad fish. So, we skipped our usual F1 race routine. And, of course, it's the weekend that one of my favorite drivers does really well. So, I wanted to see if we could see it this weekend. Normally, this isn't a problem. But, the bar we watch it at underwent an ownership change. And, Mr. mouse wanted to go for lunch since it'd be more convenient under the thought process that that way P would eat more. Sometimes it's just not worth arguing with him. Well, sometime around noon Mr. mouse told me to call, and of course, we get a noncommittal, we don't know, call back in two hours when the owner's back. So, that effectively kills the lunch option.
Then, we head out to the park to play and because Mr. mouse wants to... to take pictures. Now, spring photos is on my to do list. But, P's sick. Her nose is running. And, it's freezing out. As in we're still wearing coats on top of sweaters cold. In my mind, I pictured pictures of us without our coats on with flowers in the background, but, no, we're not being logical this weekend.
We had fun at the park. And, Mr. mouse got some decent pictures.
And, then we came home and after playing a little bit and roasting a chicken, (yes, you read that correctly, roasting a chicken) Mr. mouse had me call the bar and yes they still have the race and yes we can come watch it over dinner. So, we finished up whatever needed to be finished up. And, we headed out to the bar. And, when we got there, it was a fiasco squared. They didn't know how to turn on the back room TVs and they didn't know how to split the front room TVs and we decided to leave and eat dinner elsewhere.
And, now, it's Monday, and we're not done party planning and I didn't get to watch the race, but we do have a roast chicken in the fridge.
Cheers!
mouse
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