I bought 96 hot dogs.
The copious amount of hot dogs, sugary drinks, and puffed fatty doodles are all for the birthday party on Saturday.
FringeMan is making marshmallow shooters for all of my son’s friends. I suspect that the park will look like it rained marshmallows by the end of the day.
Who gets to gather the sticky, discarded marshmallows after it’s all over? That’s what I want to know.
Those who have been hanging around The Domestic Fringe for a while know that I don’t create Pinterest worthy parties and I don’t stress because I don’t create Pinterest worthy parties.
I simply feed all the kids left in my care lots of sugar and then I let them run wild.
lazy old-fashioned like that.
I checked out the parties on Pinterest and realized those parties would really be for me and not my kids, so why spend all the money and do all the work? The kids just want cake and presents. Let’s be realistic.
No worries though, my mother called from the party store and although she kept breaking up, I heard something about Mexican decorations and a big sale.
Depending on what’s in her bag, this party may be forever referred to as the Kid’s Big Fiesta. I may have to skip the hot dog rolls and use flour tortillas instead.
No big deal.
I’m a little concerned about the rain, seeing as how I forgot to add a rain date to the invitations. Maybe it will be a Mexican pool party, a la puddles in the park.
Either way, it will be fun and messy, of those two things I am sure.
What are birthday’s like in your family?
Just so you don’t think you’re getting demential, my kid’s birthdays were six months ago. We just delayed the party, because we’re all tired of snowy birthdays.