Babies and Balloons. (And Booze. Clearly.)
This weekend I co-hosted my very first baby shower. It was fun. And not lame. At all. That may have something to do with the fact that we had a very elite guest list, but it was most likely due to the champagne. And the balloons. And the pretty flowers. And the pretty ladies surrounding me. Especially the mom-to-be. It's like, boobs up she's totally normal, like not-having-a-baby normal. But you can't really avoid the hugenormous boobies and balloon-like belly. She looks great. So now, when I'm pregnant in like 17 years I can look back and be like, WHY? Why do I have to be the uggo heffer preggo lady and all my friends get to look glowy and cute and fresh while I look sweaty and frumpy and fat? WHYYYYYYYY? And then I'll do that slapping yourself routine that I've always wanted to try. Wow. Dare to dream, folks. Dare. To. Dream.
Anyway. Picture pages, picture pages time.
p.s. I made those flower arrangements. All.By.My.Self. Well, and the input of Kboo. She's the boss.
p.p.s. Those metal pails were our party favors. There's a PLANT growing in there. Kinda like a BABY growing in HBee's belly. Get it?
p.p.p.s. Clearly I like balloons. Kinda neurotic-like.
posted by Tilly at 2:11 PM
3 Comments:
very cute... you should leave those scientists and go into the baby biz...
I wish!! Well, maybe not. But right now, at this very moment, anything seems better than working with these crazies. ANYTHING. Except stripping. Or working at MacDo. Or, well, lots of stuff.
you are too sweet;) you will be a a gorgeous preggo someday! Everyone will tell you that, and then you will look at pictures of yourself and your never ending growth in all places in the mirror and think WTF I am GIGANTIC!!! ha! its all fun though and funny. My stomach is contorting in very odd ways as I type, thats why its fun. And sometimes you will cry and thats fun too, cuz it usually ends in laughs.
There I started with an "and".
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