225 Scott Victory Jump, Superbowl Sunday, P.V., AZ, Nikon D-80, No filters, No Crop, 2-7-10There it was again...the promotion of another superbowl party? Ugh, really? Why is it that my husband loves to have parties and I am the complete opposite? Seriously, what happened when we were both growing up that gave him the nurtured desire to be the host of all hosts and me the DNA to be mutant in the corner, finding her moments of insanity to scream out in rebellion. And when I say scream, I mean, lose it with frustrations.
Admitting up front that parties to me, at my house, are shear terror. Terror and horror that my house isn't 'show' ready, isn't equipped enough and certainly not pretty enough to house 30 of our nearest and dearest friends.
But, this year, I settled down. Told him, it was his party. His invites and his decorating (lack of decorating), shopping, cooking and cleaning. And guess what, HE did it! He delegated invites, food and wine. Did what he thought was good for decorating and managed to throw a pretty darn good party. The saint in my husband proved to merge into the game of the day and The Saints bested the Colts in a great Superbowl party! Saints win...always:)
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