It’s hard to believe that July is just around the corner. What the heck happened to June? I’m pretty sure that it was just May a few days ago, wasn’t it? To commemorate the onset of the seventh month, Las Vegas has decided to call in some record breaking temperatures. Today is predicted to be 115, Saturday 117 and both Sunday and Monday even higher.
When I turned three–or perhaps it was four–my brother and I had a joint birthday party out by the pool. We both had summer birthdays, and we were only one year apart in age, so it was probably much easier on my mom to throw one party with both sets of friends as opposed to two. Besides, as long as there were the requisite cake and
I’ve been on a bit of a cookie decorating kick lately. So much so that my caddy containing cake and cookie decorating supplies, which usually sits in the cabinet above the refrigerator, has taken up permanent residency on my kitchen counter (it looks so nice there too.) By the way, if you are ever in the market for one of these handy caddies, you can get
Bugaboo. Bjorn. Glider. Thanks to all of the baby showers that I have been attending lately, I have added quite a few new words to my vocabulary. You can always pick out the guests at these parties who, like myself, do not have any children. They are the ones who sit through the opening of presents with a consistent “What the heck is that for?” expression on their
I know, I know. Before you say anything, yes, I do realize that this is the holiday season. I am well aware of the fact that any sugar or gingerbread cookies that come out of my kitchen this month should be shaped like stockings, angels, snowflakes, or candy canes. For the record, there are a few dozen of these Christmas-y varieties baked and waiting to be decorated
Well, we pulled it off! I can’t believe that we pulled it off, but somehow everything came together exactly as planned, and we were able to surprise my dad with his 65th birthday casino party last Saturday night. That’s right–Eric and I flew from Las Vegas to throw a Las Vegas-themed party in Delaware. I’m almost 100% positive that my dad didn’t have a clue as