I finally made it! I have received an invitation to the Island of Shake-Shake.
I seem to have made it passed the Gulf Coast border guards and will be attending the infamous playgroup of Suburban Oblivion, Playgroups Are No Place For Children, and the Queen of Shake- Shake tomorrow. Also Play Clothes, which I am just checking out tonight, in preparation (yes, I am that pedantic). At (or is it on) the Island of Shake-Shake, no less.
So much to do, so much to do to prepare. Do you think it's possible for me to lose 30 pounds between now and 9am Wednesday morning? Can I still shrug this off as baby weight even though my baby is 10 months old? There's a distinct line drawn regarding GapMoms over there, so should I go Gap or no Gap? Half Gap? Half, what, punk? Punk Gap? Lord, no, that's just Avril Lavigne.
I'm supposed to bring something for brunch. I read on their message board (yes, they are just that organized) that the Queen is making Quiche Lorraine. Making. Foreign concept to me. I imagine this cooking will occur in the morning, too, which is crazy.
Do you know how difficult it is going to be for me to just get us dressed and out the door to make the hour drive there at a reasonable time? Making something to bring would be crazy... yet I'm going to do it. I'm going to do it. I'm going to do it. (This is me trying to convince myself.)
Thanks for the invite, girls! I promise, my brood and I won't let ya down. Krispy Kreme and whiskey sours to arrive from our side of the border at 9-ish sharp-ish.