Born to Party

Tomorrow I'm celebrating a birthday! Birthdays are my favourite time of year and tomorrow will be a very special celebration because it's going to be my first surprise party. The pressures on. Yesterday I cleaned up , today I'll stock the mini fridge and make punch. Tomorrow decor will be hung and I'll prowl over the basement stairs like a grizzle bear around her young. The hardest part will be getting the surprisee to leave the house while the surprisers come in.  I was not born tomorrow by the way, that would of course be difficult.

It's going to be a small and quaint siorée with just the neighbours and a co-worker. But I think my mama bear intuition started to growl when I went grocery shopping for party goods. How many plates will I need..will this be enough dip.. should I have more varieties of fruit...do the neighbours like olives?

I realized I was going through some sort of emotional frenzy when I started sweating at the check out. Every time I go shopping I swear to myself I will remember to bring reusable bags. Every time I go shopping I forget. Then as what I call a punishment I try hopelessly to carry everything to my car where the bags are waiting for me laughing. 

"Are you gonna be okay?"

...Thanks for asking Rebecca but damn it no..

"yeah I left bags in my car , I always do this."

*laughter*

"Are you sure?"

...maybe you could just hold my baby while I go get some bags?..

"For sure , for sure, I parked in one of those "mother with child" spots!"

The jacket came off, wallet was in hand and Julius held the cake in his lap. All I had to do was make it to the vehicle.

And of course I did effortlessly. Tokyo drifting past those people going in the entrance and out the exit. Who has time to obey door signs when there's fruit to cut and a cake to hide! As long as the automatic doors are opening I'm getting where I need to go. Baby by my side. I really couldn't have done it without Julius either. His presence adds this ticking time bomb effect to my shopping experience. He opened his eyes once during the expedition, I closed mine praying he wasn't about to poop. 

Right now sitting in my basement is a mini fridge stuffed with everything I bought except chips and cake. The cake is sitting on the passenger floor of my vehicle. 

May it be known to all. February 21, 2019. The first (and probably last) time I was ever so happy, to have the cold of winter. The chill has provided me with one more anxiety-less breath to breathe. Today at least.

Last but definitely not least I need to adorn myself for the occasion. 

Either a casual long sleeved dress or a pair of "party pants" with a simple shirt. Earring of course and maybe a little lipstick to seal the deal when the surprisee walks in on us all.  

If by 18:00 tomorrow this mission was successful I will self proclaim myself as party queen and swear to serve all in my kingdom with the best birthdays each year. 

If not I'll be blogging with embarrassment next week.

peace, love and party.