Crazy

You can call me that. Why? Well, I just spent an hour and a half tracing and then coloring in a 3 foot picture of *Strawberry *Shortcake. It's my interpretation of pin the tail on the donkey, except miss shortcake doesn't have a tail, she has a big ass bow on her big ass hat.

Anything for my beeyootiful soon to be 4 year old's birthday party this Saturday. I always go overboard on these things. I always have. I'm a party type gal. I love everything to match, tons of balloons, games and enough candy to stop your heart. I'm Waaaaaay weird like that.

This is our first kids' party. The three previous years we just had family over for her birthday. I think I'm just as excited as she is. (Again, weird, I know.) Guess who got to pick the theme, huh?, huh? Me, that's who. Because it is ALL about me, you know. In my defense, I usually take her to the big party store and let her pick out her own theme, but I knew it would be some variation on the princess theme - again. I just couldn't take the tiara and wand thing again. Two years in a row is enough. So, Mommy got to pick! Yay me! Ha! No princess crap this year! Ha! No, no, no. Mommy's having a flashback to her own childhood and cannot pass up the divine cuteness of the Shortcake.

I need a life.