Party Time

Wow, so bachelorette parties rock, especially when they're yours. We had a great group of women and although we were all sworn to secrecy, I can tell you that it was awesome. Getting drunk with my girls and talking the night away is a wonderful way to spend an evening. We really should do it more often. Why do we need some sort of "event" to have a girl's night?

I suppose that we didn't get up to as much public mischief as some modern bachelorettes, but realistically I'm 30 years old. I've been with Jeff since 1995, and most of my friends are married. I asked that we not go bar hopping. Maybe someone in the group would have been really into it, and I'm sure we would have had fun because we're awesome so how could it not be? but it's not my speed. I've never been much of a 6th St kind of person, and so we did something that was my style. We hit Opal's South and then went back to the Thomas house for further drinking, swearing, and eating of pizza.

It is a testament to how much fun I had that I have no idea what time I went to sleep. We all got into pjs in advance of the sleepy time so when I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer I went to sleep. I figure it must have been pretty late, because there were only 4 of us left standing.

Meanwhile, in the land of knitting and cat ownership I have to admit, I am a bad cat momma. I was really grasping at straws to try and come up with a creative picture for this round. I loved my round 1 picture, and round 2 was pretty neat (although not cool enough to win) so I was feeling challenged. The pattern is Slippin' Stripin' Socks and I named my project Slip Slidin Away... I racked my brain and I couldn't think of a single thing to do. I kept thinking of slides and slipping, and slip n slides, but none of those things are really convenient to my house and I have stuff to do.

Then it hit me. Slip. Like a dress slip, like under-clothes. I ran to my dresser and found a couple of possibles and put them on hangers and held the socks up to them. It wasn't doing it for me. That's when my poor stupid squeezable Cabbit came into the room. Cabbit has the misfortune of being almost big enough to wear my clothes, or at least a camisole.No cats were harmed in the making of this photo. Cabbit got some Greenies and was perfectly happy to sit around on the bed having his picture taken. He actually seemed a bit bummed when we (I made Jeff an accomplice) got a shot we liked and he was able to take off the clothes. Yes Cabbit is a he, but he's very secure in his non-masculinity. I mean, he was "fixed" at a tender young age so he's not too concerned with attracting women, he just likes to be comfortable.