I like parties: I just hate organising them. I get in a terrible fluster about how much food to buy and whether we have refrigeration capacity. I can't bear the thought of waste - something I have inherited from my mama - and whether my terrible cooking will be exposed. (We had broccoli, pasta and sausages the other night, which I managed to mess up. I still maintain the useless grill was partly to blame.) Barbecues are at least quite forgiving in this sense, especially when you buy the meat pre-marinated and there are lots of pyromaniac friends prepared to take over. But I most love it when the guests turn up, and the spirit of misery guts suddenly disappears.
My favourite thing though: the cake...
Yeah, "Robert", Happy Birthday!
You can run but you can't hide, scumbag!
love,
your friends at the FBI
I think I should be told.
2 comments:
Happy "birthday", Robert!
Have you submitted your excellent cake image here? http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/
Seems very suspicious to me, looks like you need a Mma Ramotswe-stylee private eye. Like the mango hedgehog though, a cake after my own heart. BTW shootings and all very concerning: what's it all about?
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