Well…five minutes after my last blog post I was text messaged from the baby shower I was ditching out on.

“Are you gonna make it?” my friend asked. Argh. They miss me! I have to go! So, I message her back that I am indeed coming, but am running a little late.

“Bring alcohol” she texts back. Ahhhh she tricked me! I’ve been swindled!

So, I drive up the mountain and stand in line as thirty kids coming back down from church camp convene on the local tiny grocery store. Each one pays for their chips and soda individually, while I stand there with a large bottle of liquor in my hands at the back of the line, feeling like a bad influence. I keep looking at my watch. I am now an hour late. This is gonna be embarrassing

I pull up to a parking lot of over 50 cars.  Before I even put it in park, my pals are holding out their virgin plastic cups of punch as if to say “what took you so long?”.

We  drank spiked punch and fanned ourselves from the heat and played silly shower  games. During one game, they handed us playdoh and we had 2 minutes to make a baby that was anatomically correct for the baby in vitro.

I lost the game, but I was very proud of my Playdoh baby at the time…. So proud I took this photo-

Note: the nasty looking fingernails in the first photo are NOT mine. Mine look much worse.

My friend Michelle (who enjoyed her vodka spiked punch) won with this hideous creation below.

Her photo turned out as blurry as she was.

You still owe  me for that bottle of vodka, tramp!