on thursday, brad turned thirty. and for weeks i have been planning a surprise thirtieth party. i say weeks, i had been planning it for the past month, but the week of is when the work really started. and let me just tell you, it was a small miracle that i did not let the cat out of the bag on more that one occasion. (brad would like to get a cat, speaking of cat, and i keep telling him that my throat will close up and my eyes will swell because i am deathly allergic. he does not believe me. i am allergic though. really i am.)
dharmaville express, complete with a polar bear |
shame. on. me.
possibly brad's favorite guest |
wife of the year, right here.
benjamin linus lives here |
procrastination hear me roar.
needless to say, the line at the signing was loooong, so looooong that bessie and i were there all night long...and then when i got home... DARN IT. i left the autographed book in bessie's car.
either i am a really good liar, or brad is a sucker.
i am a liar.
and because we are major fanatics of the show LOST in this house, i decided to make his party the LOST theme, god forbid, i just get a cake and yell surprise.
overachiever.
so at 6:00 on thursday night, brad had no idea i had lied to him all week and he also had no idea that he would be coming home to a front yard of his favorite people waving at him and smiling. bless his heart. he also would have no idea that LOST threw up in our living room. complete with dharma foods and drink, sawyers fish biscuits, apollo candybars, cupcakes with hurleys winning lottos number and a few airplanes crashed in those cupcakes as well. even a sign outside that said "namaste new recruits." i had some burlap left over from our wedding, so i threw that on the table and waaalaaa...eat your heart out LOST fans.
greeting committee |
pull up contest |
and then our muscle display |
michael, the chef for the evening. thank you sir. |
what a fun day to celebrate brad, everyone had a great time and two little fellas i know were very happy that they got to take home the "crashed" airplanes.
and might i add, while writing this blog, brad put on a record, i stopped writing and we danced together til the song was through...
great. if he keeps being this sweet, i am really going to have to go all out for thirty one.
crap.
1 comment:
This was the best party ever! I love you.
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