There’s nothing worse than wanting to sleep but not being able to. The house was quiet. I had no where to go. And yet, my body insisted this morning that it was going to be awake at 7. Just like every other day. Never mind the fact that I went to bed at 4. Ah well, it’s a small price to pay for a year’s worth of memories!
Last night, my home was the scene of my annual slumber party! Amazing food, women and laughs occupied my rooms for 9 hours.
Greg scurried away with the kiddos to a hotel last night. This event is their favorite night of the year as well. The first thing Ethan said when he woke up yesterday was, “Mom! It’s Friday. Can we go to hotel?” They couldn’t wait until Dad came home from work so they could swim at the hotel.
As for me and my house, I laughed so hard, I wasn’t sure it was good for my heart (bonus for naming that movie). I believe there was some crying (from intense laughter). There may have been laughter-induced incontinence, but I can’t say with definite certainty. What!? I really can’t...
I had fun party favors for my girls to take home. Thanks to my cute friend, Anessa and her employee benefits, I also had lovely Elizabeth Arden makeup to add to the cache.
And for those of you who missed it, you not only missed out on all of the above, but you will also never know the high school nickname of that Elizabeth Arden executive. Because what happens at Rochelle’s, stays at Rochelle’s...
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Elective Sleep Deprivation
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Looks like my new thing at the party is message tee’s. Last year I was 35. This year, I’m running for VP. What a difference a year makes!
I’m not going to need to eat for a week! My friends brought fantastic food, as usual. Among other things, I made mini Monte Cristo sandwiches. They were FAB! I mean, if I humbly say so myself.
My super awesome slumber party mix teamed with chocolate truffles, shower gel and makeup compacts made for some fun loot. This year, I didn’t make my girls break open a pinata to get to the goods. We preserved some dignity. Or, maybe not... Depends on how you define the word...
Snapshots of Fun!
