I’m going to follow Casey Kasem’s advice; I’ll keep my feet on the ground but keep reaching for the stars. Lofty goal time: I’m going to throw a party each month. Yes, I realize I’m a bit ridiculous. I am also aware I’m a self-indulgent twit. But it seems the only logical way to get better at hosting parties, right?
I’m not sure any of this is a good idea. As a matter of fact, it’s probably a really, really bad idea. Especially when the guest list goes from “let’s invite some people from work” to “let’s invite the whole company.” Yeah, all 90 people. Plus spouses. And heck, they should bring the kids. Why not, right? Let’s just pile on the crazy.
I’m not happily fist-pumping every “no” we get, I know that’s not the right spirit at all. I’m just thinking I should check myself into the psych ward as I am apparently bat-shit insane.
This fiasco should take care of the October party quota. I’ll also have the boy’s 6th birthday party to plan. Obviously, I won’t have that at our house. Because inviting 6 little boys over would be PSYCHO.