Fuck the fuckers and their fucking fucked up fucking opinions IT IS ALMOST BIRTHDAY WEEK HUZZAH!
Those of you that have been around a while will know that now it is the time to gird your loins cause Kelley turns into Party Planner Extraordinare, or
the smart thing to do is disappear quietly into the ether until the party is over.
Which would be 30 October.
You have been warned.
So fuck all the shit that has been flung my way, I have cat like reflexes and some industrial strength bleach to wipe the excrement from the walls (figuratively AND literally speaking) and now we embark on Boo’s party of awesome.
Timeline: 2 weeks
Obstacles: MPS away for a week, BIL’s funeral, no Moo to help, Boo’s room not finished cause SOMEONE decided to go and have a brain fart and breakdown in the middle of renovations (how fucking selfish), work being arseholes, flat broke because of forementioned funeral and work being arseholes, Boo inviting 55 kids and counting, and 6 months of overgrowth in the yard.
But we will prevail or conquer or not lose our shit or disassociate or something.
First up is invitations… LEGO MAN invitations of course.
ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY CUTOUTS OF MOTHERFUCKING LEGO MEN THAT ARE THEN GLUED TOGETHER WITHOUT WINE FORTIFICATION I DESERVE A FUCKING MEDAL.
Did you catch that on the bottom? Water and food fights.
I am certifiable.
At least I remembered to ask them to bring a towel, right?