Dance like nobody's watchin'

I remember the days when I began planning Josh's birthday parties several months in advance. I would scour the depths of the Internet for the most perfect of themes. I would send out invitations a month in advance. I would make the cake. I would make all the food. I would decorate like a mad woman. Ahhh...those were the days.

Last night we're driving home and out of the blue I get this thought, "Oh my God...Josh's birthday is coming up!" So I hollered back to the boy...

Me: Hey! Josh! What do you want to do for your birthday?
Josh: Ummm...I don't know. Why is it coming soon?
Me: Well, kind of. But we've got to start planning this thing or mommy will forget and you won't get to have a party. **giggling**
Josh: **GASP** WHAT?!?
Me: I'm just kidding. What do you want to do? Do you want a family party or just a friend party?
Josh: A friend party.
Me: Okay...what do you want to do with your friends?
Josh: Um...let me think about it.

15 minutes later...

Josh: Mom...I know what I want to do with my friends.
Me: Okay?
Josh: I want to go to PlanetX....and then the Police Station.
Me: Too bad we're not rednecks because I think most of their parties end up there anyways.

I'm seriously hoping that he is just going through some sort of "law enforcement" stage.

When we get home most nights the kids run off and play and Ella comes in the kitchen with me and watches me make dinner. Last night was no exception. Only this time...I brought my iPod, too.

Imagine it now...water boiling over, chicken browning in a fry pan and me dancing like it's 1999! What a hoot!! I'm not kidding, that girl laughed at me until she puked, literally.





We had a little dance party right there in the kitchen. Sure the pasta was over-cooked and the chicken was charred but Ella and I had a blast!!

I had arranged a little birthday party for the boss at the office for today. He's turning 60 tomorrow and you know I don't need much excuse to give someone a hard time. So, with a little help, I tracked down his senior picture and had it put on a cake.



Given today's economy, and the fact people are losing their jobs left and right, I decided to show some restraint and not buy the highly inappropriate gag gifts I found and figured there was no use in giving my boss any further reason to give me the ol' "heave ho".

My mortgage company thanks me for my restraint, I'm sure.