Yesterday, I hosted an intimate brunch for a dear friend who is expecting her first baby in a few weeks. I just love the way her parents spelled her name. It makes her sound all French and fancy, and I really dig on that. In fact, I tried to get kids to call me 'Genevive' in lieu of Jennifer for a few weeks in the 6th grade. It never caught on. They just called me 'Pretentious' instead. Which, if you pronounce it just right, also sounds kinda French-like. Ha!
But I digress! We gathered yesterday to celebrate Aimee.
We sat with our hands folded in our laps at this nice table with pretty flowers.
And ate dainty lady food like scones with lemon curd and fig and blue cheese pizzas.
And then those perfectly lovely ladies defiled my shower game with simply profane nouns and utterly filthy verbs. Bah, who am I kidding? I totally designed it so they would...
They were so naughty I sent them home without supper. Just a teeny portion of homemade lemon bread and two bags of tea.
Details to follow. I'd post more, but I'm still busy washing dishes...