Lest you believe ...

...I died in a violent water balloon fight durring the BYOF birthday party...You may stop fretting now...I've only been locked out

Anyway...the party? It was totally fabulous! There was much cake and ice cream...and water balloons...and swimming pool fun and pinata whacking...there were many floaty balloons and many many laughing children...and FORKS!! And their parents? Also happy :) Hanging out relaxing on the deck while we entertained their precious bundles of spaztic energy ....and there were presents and also many dollars! I've not done the whole 6 year old birthday party scene too many times ....OK, exactly 1...but I'm almost certain that it was a HUGE success.

Immediately following the BYOF gala birthday party of the year...I promptly sucumbed to the dreaded mysterious illness which apparently wasn't at all effected by the antibiotics....I am just now..almost better. Which means...I can stay up past 10pm (although that doesn't mean I can get up on time....which was displayed quite nicely this morning as I realized I'd slept through the alarm for an hour and 34 minutes) AND I can swallow without gritting my teeth in pain...most of the day

....but still alive..so that's half the battle there.

Show us your toes!

Mir started this when she posted her toes a few days ago...then with much begging and pleading, showed us her new fan-freakin-tastic deal....strappy sandals. Her lovely toes prompted me to pamper myself and get my very own toes done...I didn't do them myself...I splurged on a spa pedicure when I went to get my nails done. I've wanted to treat myself to one of those for such a very long time..and it was HEAVEN!

Except....

When she pulled out the very small tool that appeared to be a miniature cheese slicer....I knew it was coming...I'd been warned of all the odds and ends they pull out on you...But everyone assured me...it doesn't tickle...LIARS! Ok...tickles seemingly vary between foot owners...and I'll give into the fact that perhaps my feet are just more ticklish than the ones who swore to me that I'd be fine....

So when she started....I made faces...I squirmed in the lovely vibrating seat...the heated vibrating seat...no wonder I didn't want to go home The 16ish year old chatter box that came in shortly after me...that talked continuously from the time she walked in the door...was cracking up....Somehow I don't think she realized how very close I came to kicking the very small womans head right off her tiny little shoulders...but being my first time and all I felt it wouldn't be proper.

So here you go..I present you with....the results of my first ever official pedicure

T minus 4 days and *coughing*

The birthday party, you know, for the smallish boy...it's in 4 days ..Saturday.
Ya'll are invited..just BYOF and maybe BYOC too...chair..cup..what ever..you can choose. I'm gonna strongly suggest Nimrod get some hay bales for seats... This tiny little birthday party for the smallish boy has turned into som huge ass production which I am not EVEN in the mood for...50 people!! Holy horse shit...there was supposed to be maybe 10 kids..and today...I started with a sore throat....and now there's a fever where my entire body, eyelids included feel like theybe been sunburned from the inside out.

Had a check up on my blood pressure (which is good now..from almost stroke level a few weeks ago) and to have a "female exam" Oh joy! I've been so longing for one of those...not. So feeling like I do...I faked a little spotting...which is not something unusual mostly because I didn't want to shave my legs...It's a good reason I tell ya and settled in to whine about how crappy I feel and how I must must must feel better ASAP because I have this very imortant birthday..."say awwwwwwww" Diagnoses? Sinus infection and ear infection (which was apparently diagnosed when she stuck that ear looker in my ear and I screamed )

So I have antibiotcs..and I'm taking tylenol/advil every 4 hours yet my temperature is still 102

Ok enough of that...

So I'm thinking of all the things I haven't done yet..like..order the cake, because Martha I am not...uhhmm...call the invitees! Important one there I think...tho maybe not because Nimrod is now convinced there will be no cake to feed said invitees...and unless they BYOF they're gonna have to eat it like a dog. Wait..it's 5/6 year olds..they may get a kick out of that..and the rest of us...well I have 250 salad forks...so that should work out ok...OR we can share the 4 dinner forks. They won't mind eating after me..right?