Tuesday, April 8, 2008
So my husband will often call me from work and ask if I want to have a party that night. He's a very festive person.
"Want to have a basketball playoffs party tonight?"
See the trick is, when he asks me if I want to have a party, it usually involves doing something that I might not otherwise be exactly thrilled to participate in. We have lots of watching-sporting-events parties, occasional movies-I-don't-really-want-to-see parties, and a few boring chore like cleaning-up-the-boxes-in-the-basement parties (they aren't all about TV).
So what sets these party events apart from our regular time wasting evening activities you ask?
Well besides a sparkling attitude, it's mostly the treats.
Because who can turn down an offer for fun and treats? You'd have to be a communist.
Last night, at Trav's request, it was tuna melts and Banana splits (mine was mostly bananas and strawberries in a banana split dish...but still, I got to justify the owning of another set of cute, but taking-up-lots-of-cupboard-space dishes my husband doesn't quite understand the purpose of...he does now).
And calling it a party invites magical good energy to fill up your home. Like last night when Kansas beat Memphis in overtime, and in turn Travis won his March madness office pool (OK so he kind of already knew he was going to win before the game because he had more points then everyone else--hence the reason for the party--but I'm making a point here), and now we are going to buy something fabulous with the money. (See...sometimes gambling does pay off). It's serendipity baby. Or the Secret.
Either way, I think tonight we'll have a pack-our-bag-for-the-hospital, talk-about-baby-names, and pick-a-baby-photographer party.
Now what to make for treats?