On Saturday afternoon we hosted a housewarming party. And even though the evite (can I rage against evite for a minute? If you think you should have been invited to my housewarming, and you were not, you were. You just didn't get the evite, and I grew tired of emailing people and saying, hey did you get the evite?) specifically said no gifts, people brought gifts. Which was so nice, but unnecessary, and now I have to write thank you notes. And about a million people brought wine, without a card, so if you brought me wine, THANKS, and please tell me, BECAUSE I HAVE NO IDEA, and I need to send you a card.
Anyway, back to the cat and bag thing. So, most of my real life friends don't know I blog. In fact, very few of my real life friends know I blog. And they were at the party. As were my blogging friends. And the fact that hey, Jodi has a blog came up quite a few times at this event. I'm waiting for a phone call from my BFF like, "what's up with this blogging thing everyone was talking up?" Or, she hit google after the party and is reading this right now. I have no idea.
So, I think it might be time to come clean. I've already come out to my family, and a few close friends, what is a few more really?
And thank you Cory, for screaming "who is here from Twitter" at the top of your lungs. Nice.
But the party was lovely. Good wine, good food, and good friends. Except for the monsoon, when my husband had planned to grill outside. So, he indoor grilled, what can you do? The children adored Michael's playroom, and Michael shared all of his toys nicely, instead retreating to his bedroom with a few school friends and jumping on his bed. (He later told me with a "sorry, Mommy, don't be mad.") He then decided I should read books to all the kids and shuttled books from his room to the playroom that I sat in a chair and read. (A few comments about Jodi being a preschool teacher were thrown out. Um, no.) He ended the night by hysterically crying when he dropped the piggy bank someone brought him and it shattered in a million pieces. What good party does not end with a 4 year old crying?
My house has now been sufficiently warmed. Thank you for all the love.
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Wine is not a gift; it is a beverage and a gesture. It totally does NOT COUNT in the gift category and does not need a thank-you card! Drink and enjoy, and maybe write a review or two on the bottles you like.
It was lovely seeing you, thanks for hosting. I adore your house, and am so glad your (final) transition went smoothly. Michael is such a doll
You seriously rock. We’re not even all the way unpacked yet. Much less actually having anyone over. Well, anyone that would care about a clean and organized house. Then again, I am really really lazy about unpacking.
Oh, that is too funny. It’s always interesting when online life and ‘real life’ collide.
If I hadn’t said it before, congratulations on the new place! Cheers for many happy healthy years in your new home.
congrats on the new place & even getting to the point where you can have a house-warming party. we’re renting until we can find a suitable (and affordable) house. you’d think this market would work in our advantage, but not in the school district we like. oy.
anyhoo – happy for you that you’ve made it to this stage & can enjoy it.
btw – the few real life people that i’ve told about the blog very rarely read it. my mom? never.
I will echo Delora, don’t think of the wine as a gift. Even if I had gotten the evite and saw it said No gifts, I would have still come with wine in tow. You can’t just show up empty handed to a housewarming/BBQ.
It is a great playroom, Joshua had a blast. Thank you
As for the twitter comment – sorry
Sounds lovely, so sorry we missed it. Although we ended up missing the work function for which we thought we had to miss the party too.