This past Friday my manuscript was due, so I’ve been scurrying, testing last-minute recipes, shooting, and writing a whole lot in order to make the deadline. Turning it in felt epic. And this past weekend was the first few days I’ve had off in a while, and even then I was working. But there’s something about working from bed that doesn’t feel like it actually counts as real work, so I feel back to normal, refreshed and ready to have another busy-ass week.
March began the way I wish every month started: with a bounce house, snow cones and piñata shaped like an ice cream cone. It was my dude’s birthday, so I figured I’d do something fun and throw him a surprise party. This was my first go at throwing a surprise party and dude! did I get into it…
Planning a surprise party requires lots of lying. And for the record, I’m a super terrible liar. I kind of do this uncomfortable laugh when I lie–it’s majorly weird. So that entire week was full of lots of awkward conversations and me nervously laughing when speaking.
I learned that if you’re turning twenty-eight, a bounce house is a necessity. It proved for a pretty awesome time. And even Amelia got involved.