On Saturday George and I threw a baby sprinkle for ourselves. Potluck/Karaoke-style. My mom was awesome and helped me get ready for it for a couple of days, so despite being really tired and contraction-y and getting sick again it went off without a hitch. We had about 28 people over from 5:30 to 10:00 or so. No one seemed deterred by the inherent tackiness of throwing your own Baby Brother Bash, so that was a score. Unfortunately, my Celebrity Game team got spanked twice in a row.
Here are some pictures:
I’m bummed that my hot husband was taking the pictures and is thus not in the pictures.
In washing machine news, the appliance people are supposed to come out today. I don’t get to go halfsies on a new set, so I’m very bummed and might hulk out and throw the dryer at someone’s nutsack face. In Chipmunk news, he’s totally sick again, taking him to the doctor this afternoon, and I’m totally getting sick again too. GERMS ARE SO COOL.
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