It has KILLED me not to blog about such a blogworthy subject, but I finally can now.
Get this: one of my best friends and her husband both turned the big FOUR OH this fall, and they each planned a surprise party for the other. How funny is that?
The whole plan was quite convoluted; I avoided talking to her just so I didn't mess anything up.
His surprise party came first; as everyone had gathered in their home, waiting for him to arrive, she depravedly made the rounds, proclaiming for all to hear: "he hasn't even SHOWERED today. ha ha!"
We just all nodded to ourselves and thought, knowing her turn would come in a couple of weeks. "Ha. You just wait."
Sure enough, last weekend, as she thought she was coming to listen to a band, she ended up entering a room of friends and family and a canine, some of whom had traveled 500 miles to attend.
That pooch? One of her surprise presents. This makes her FOURTH dog. (They also have 3 cats, 2 horses and 2 goats). Did I mentioned she's depraved? I love her anyway.
Her party fell on the same day as the husband's and my 16th anniversary, so we were grateful for the party...
Things got a little crazy when the band played Sweet Home Alabama (3 times)
You can dress her up, but, well....
Happy Birthday, friends!