I have tea stained hands and a hole in my leg from creating Big Kid's invitations, and I'm not even done with the ones that need to be mailed.
Sealing wax burns like a bitch, just in case you were wondering. It still hurts.
I'm too worn out to go check, but remember last year how I had the ginormous circus birthday bash? Didn't I tell you all to stop me if I start getting all crazy like that again?
Well, next year...NO PARTIES. I mean it. We're going to Disney World, or something.
I love doing it but every year I end up with bodily injury and excessive last minute stuff to do. This year I blame you, for not stopping me or at least warning/reminding me.
It will be a kick ass party though.
Also, you know how I can never get the cork out of a bottle of wine? The bottle in the fridge was already open, but Mr. Ashley had pushed the cork in there really tight.
I tried pulling, tugging, walking into the room to see if Mr. Ashley would wake up, the traditional corkscrew method...and finally decided to use the corkscrew to hack the cork into a million pieces, pushing it through and into the wine, which I'm enjoying a glass of.
Hey, it worked.