it has been party time around these parts. My sister (a.k.a. my BBFF) and the hubs (a.k.a. my boy-toy) have been around all week long, baby.
Party time. Excellent.
And since I was feeling fat and sassy (emphasis on the "fat"), I've planned a New Year's Eve Extravaganza.
(I've always wanted to do this.)
Can I tell you about it? How you humor me.
We-he-hell, it's an appetizer's night, for one. I'll probably be making a little a theeeeese.
Bingo. Because you can't have a lame NYE party without Bingo, can you? I mean, really.
Did you know I'm a big fan of awesomely craptastic (emphasis on the "crap") prizes?
Players really could win this fabulous prize.
Or this "Cake Knife". I'm pretty sure it couldn't cut room temperature butter. And that's what makes it so fabulous.
Noise makers? The kind that make you want to tape your kids' mouths shut? Mais oui.
So what else is on the agenda? A discotheque. A flash mob. (Seriously. Should we do Britney's "Hit Me Baby" or "Gonna Make You Sweat"? I'm stumped.) And. . .THE DRINKING GAME. (It's epic.)
And! Totally! Totally cheap and disappointing fireworks.
(psst. . . get free NYE printables here)
If you're in my fam-dam, and I invited you to this party, you better come. I will take it as a personal affront if you don't.
Similar to if you rang my doorbell, and without a word when I answered punched me in the gut. Or the hubs in the junk.
But, you know, no pressure.