Let’s get the disclaimer out of the way. YES I KNOW this is about a child’s birthday party, YES I KNOW Marks and Sparks do bloody amazing cakes and nobody cares, and YES I KNOW I go through this EVERY SINGLE YEAR, but I just can’t help myself.
Why? I got asked when I say I’m cried over the birthday cake for the 4th year in a row.
Why? I got asked as I desperately tried to encourage Mr Aimee to redecorate the entire three storey house in three weeks.
WHY? I got asked, when I went to the supermarket and came out with enough food that a) doesn’t fit in my fridge b) could feed 100 children not 8.
Just BECAUSE ok? That’s just who I am. As a teenager, while my friends where gazing longingly at the “Rachel” cut I was desperately wondering what went in Monica’s super homemade cleaning spray. Just because as an adult I have been known to watch Desperate Housewives wishing I could get my wine glasses as sparkling as Bree. Because I wanted to be the hostess. (Yes, I know that’s another Monica reference :( ).
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