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I Just Kicked Brunch's Ass

Sunday, April 29, 2007


Well, hosting is not really my strong suit, but I am right now congratulating myself shamelessly for a damn fine brunch. Everyone had the mimosas and coffee (I was a bit afraid I'd be the lone drunk), and we chilled for 30 minutes before we ate. The kids were all sweet and sharing and thanking each other for stuffed toy sharing and other crazy poster-child nonsense. We ate inside for about an hour and a half with great conversation. All the food came out perfect, everyone ate it up, had seconds, and then I had just small amounts of everything left so I know I made enough. To top it off we sat outside for over an hour in the gorgeous weather until their kid (that's right, NOT mine) melted down and went home for a nap.

I would label the afternoon as having successfully channeled Martha Stewart's slow half sister. Tah-Dah!

posted by Rocky
11:04 AM

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