We bought some margarita mix this week with the booze already in it and it is way strong. Yum. I've discovered something that makes them even better than drinking them on the rocks, as I usually do. You know Pop Ice? One of those, cut up in my beverage. Welcome to Margarita-Ville. My nerves are relaxing, I am breathing. Mmmmm.... TGIF.
[Party plans are under way. I've probably got a little too much going on with the decorations, games, prizes, presents, meal, cake, mock camp out. As usual. But I like overdoing it. Makes me feel like a "real" mom. Details Sunday.]
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Books: they are the cause of all my last minute freakouts too. Why did I read when I could have been mopping the floor / making ice cubes / unwrapping the cake / having a shower / getting dressed.
Oh, I hear you.
And. Pynchon, btw, is a MAJOR sleep talker, to the point where I wear earplugs and we have a rule that if he is ACTUALLY talking to me, he has to say my name first. Yeesh. You two should talk to EACH OTHER at night ;-)
Good luck with the party! Just make sure the kids don't dip into your stash...those drinks sound yummy!
hey! No fair talking about margarita in front of the pregnant lady! LOL
Happy birthday Brenna - hope it's a wonderful day for the party! Can't wait to hear all about it and see the pictures; after you recover of course!
I can't drink Tequilla with or without pop ice. It turns me into a slutty ho' bag.
AH HA HA HA HA!!! This slutty ho bag is safe when its drunk at home! GAAA HAHA AHhhahahahahah....
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