BW has a friend. We will call her Linda. Linda likes to host or find different themed parties.
BW loves to attend these different parties. That’s why she is friends with Linda.
This party was about devilled eggs, or so I am told - with live music to boot.
If you’re still with me, at this point you know more about this event than I do, but the two ladies in the house hopped in the car and went to the post-Halloween eggs-stravaganza with their future not set in stone in front of them
Then they came home with chicken shaped balloons.
Because it’s not a party if there’s not chicken balloons.
It’s going to take some time to get used to having 2 foot tall chickens in the house - I have already come downstairs once tonight and scared myself because I thought the chickens have taken over the house - only to realize they’re just the chicken balloons,.
This poulet party was apparently quite the thing with a live band at the devilled egg tasting party - which is odd- but the child was the most popular draw at the event. She talked to everybody, danced with everybody and ate all the things. To summarize, she’s a good talker and a good eater.
Me? I had 2+ hours of uninterrupted time alone in the house so I did what any Man would do when the ladies are away and an empty house to himself.
Nap
Eat Leftover Pizza
Hope they come back soon, because I started to worry.
And then they arrived home safe and sound, with some blow up chickens and some stories.
That’s quite the Saturday night here in our books.
Keep on Clucking,
TH and Co.