Holy Moly!

It’s B-day D-day.

I won’t bore you (again) with my to-do list. Let’s just say “play with my blog and visit everyone else’s blog” is NOT on it. But here I am. I’m a rebel that way.

No, I mostly have to clean. And while I was telling Charlie how overwhelmed I was feeling about it (You know I hate cleaning, right? HATE. H.A.T.E.), I remembered something he always says to me before a big event:

“By Monday, you WILL have thrown three parties. They’ll be OVER.”

Hmmm. That phrase is kind of our “code,” so I’ll interpret.

I think it’s easy for some of us to set a goal of creating the perfect party (or wedding or organized pantry or whatever). Then because deep down we know THAT’S not possible, we freeze up. Or freak out. Or both.

(Or at least that’s what I do.)

So today Charlie helped me remember that my goal is to Just. Throw. A. Party.

Not the perfect one. Maybe not even an organized one.

Besides, the key to a fun party for us is if I’m relaxed and having fun. And I certainly love to have fun.  I will NEVER be accused of being anal about ANYTHING. And I’ve finally accepted that. (One of the few perks of aging.) So I can’t compare myself to the friends who are. I know they don’t.

(Not that any of you are ANAL. Nooooo! Just really really organized. And detail-conscious. And … Yeah, Anal. Sorry to be the one to tell you. You know who you are.)

So when the Spa Party begins tonight and I can’t find candles for the cake or cotton balls for the nail polish remover…

(Excuse me. I need to go write something down. Okay. Got it. I’m back.)

… Casey will just laugh at me. And with me.

Then she’ll whip candles AND cotton balls from her purse. Where she always carries them. Next to the hand wash and the spoon and the stapler. Because you never know.

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Also, before the party, when (WHEN, not IF) I lose my to-do list…

Here in the house…

While actually doing it…

My husband will laugh at and with me. Cuz as much as I try to accept my flaws, I don’t think I’m ready to admit THAT to my other friends.

(Oops.)

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Later tonight, I’ll post pics of  Hannah’s Spa Party. I know it will be FUN. And marginally clean.

And fairly organized.

Because Casey will be there.

Thank you Casey! I heart you and your analness anality analiciousness organizational skills. Fo realz.