Husband sometimes liked to ask if I only throw parties so I could put the pictures on Facebook and get people to praise me. That made me mad... so I did what any good wife would do: I threw a party for him. I told him we were having a birthday party but kept the theme a secret. I cooked in stealth and decorated while he was at work. I even led him to believe the theme he guessed (Texas cowboy theme?! really?) was correct without ever lying. Silly boy.
Zut Alors! It's Septemberfest!
Decorations:
Food:
Die Kinder
Us:
Girl, after having a sudden meltdown at the end of the night because she didn't like me wearing a wig. (Peanut butter cookies solve everything!)
The whole night was really fun, and by the end of it, I think Husband realized what I try to tell people. Doing parties is fun for me... it's a thrill, a rush (You jump out of airplanes, I invite 50 people to my house and make sure they're all fed, entertained, amazed and happy when they leave), but I wouldn't do it if I didn't love the people around me! It's a lot of hard work, but seeing people enjoying themselves and eat till they're ready to bust makes me happy.
I think he ate his words... somewhere between the Rouladin and the Perogies.
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