This isn’t a real post. It’s more of an apology for being gone most of the week. But I do have a good excuse. My sister and I threw a hard-core 1800’s party for my parent’s 40th anniversary, complete with full chuck wagon, fiddlers, home-made costumes, all mixed together in an abandoned, haunted fort. It was awesome and terrible in a way that only my family could make it. Once you read my book this behavior will all seem perfectly normal. But for those of you who didn’t follow the party live on twitter, a few pictures:
My sister, Lisa:
The grandkids (Hailey, Gabi, Eliana, Bella, Tex):
And the cake. Because we are nothing if not classy.
Then to stay in full character we experimented with cannibalism and then we all died of dystentery.
All things considered? Still the best party I’ve every thrown.