Friday, January 30, 2009

In California, my new career will be: party planner

Because tomorrow is my kid's 10th birthday party* - it's going to be a terribly fashionable event at the ghetto glow-in-the-dark mini-golf place at our local ghetto mall.

The place doesn't serve food or do decorations (I did mention that it's ghetto, right?), but it's cheap and it's not at my house, so I don't have to clean the bathrooms or attempt to train my dogs.

So today, I baked 24 cupcakes (chocolate, yellow and swirled) (tomorrow they will be frosted and sprinkled with gold and purple sprinkles, the colors of the Lakers), dipped at least a pound of pretzels into white chocolate, purchased 3 bags of chips, 6 6-packs of full-sugar soda and 2 6-packs of Kool-aid, and we'll grab some pizzas on the way there - (no one will go hungry... although there could be a diabetic coma or two)

Also? There will be gift bags (candy and crap from the dollar store - whatever, they're 10, and this isn't the Golden Globes)

Who says I couldn't do this professionally? (whatever, maybe I could do White Trash Party Planning, Cheetos and wife-beaters could be my trademarks - all I need is a trailer logo and I'd be all set)

Whatever, I just want this move over with - can I be in California now?






*the actual birthday is Monday, February 2nd, Groundhog's Day, which means that the poor kid is forever doomed to his mom telling the corny joke "we thought he was going to come out, see his shadow and go back in for 6 more weeks - hurr hurr hurr"

Labels: adventures in shitty parenting