Gulp -- goodness.
So, hello!
Last night my sisters-in-law, mom, & I whipped up a surprise party for Julia. Julia is just stubborn enough to not happily go-with-the-flow, especially on her birthday. She fought the fake plan each step of the way, but never caught on. Miracle! There was even a mild tug-of-war over the newspaper movie-listings. Her body language growled, "It's my birthday and I want to see something else."
We had dinner at a great Italian restaurant (she didn't know her friends would be there), then after presents and fake goodbyes, we all met back up at my studio for an All-Night Craft-Bash (big "Surprise!" there). We feasted like a swarm of piranhas on a buffet of fabric, beads, yarn, felt, and more. It was awesome. And here, Julia thought no one gave a hoot that she was facing the big 4-0. We've got your back, Juju.
Now for the next surprise party, Rock Band for Rybee. Ryan's turning 33. I've got 30 minutes to get there. Should I shred up a tee shirt, get out the black eyeliner, and rat my hair out like crazy? I think so.
