Last night was Tacoma Chickadee’s birthday. She turned thirty-wonderful. She’s about 3 weeks behind me. Yeah! I’m older than one of my friends. I’m usually the baby of the group.
Neal planned a wonderful girl’s night in with all of her girlfriends. He sent 2 of their 3 children away. No he didn’t sell them on Ebay. He even cleaned their house. Each one of us walked in and said, “holy hell!” That good looking. Well done.
Of course only the Chickadee could be late for her own birthday party. Yes. Late to her own birthday party at her own house. Smooooth.
That’s ok. We raided their fridge. Tried to sell her youngest to the gypsies, but they wouldn’t take her. And of course started drinking without her. Serves her right.
I was privileged to meet all of The Chick’s friends. Lena made a fantastic pasta with cherry tomatoes. Em brought a delightful spinach salad with fresh picked raspberries. Jenny brought a chocolate cake, that I’m all too sorry I didn’t try. I did try the brownies Lena made. Somehow I impressed them with home made bread, brie and snap peas from my garden. Impressed them so much they inducted me into their girlfriends mommy group. Rock on Elle!
What an awesome night. Despite the fact that the guest of honor was late. to her own party. at her own house.
The best part of this group of women… they are all bloggers. Seriously. I introduced myself to Lena and her response was, “nice to meet you, you write Life of Elle right?” Nice. I’m now identified by my blog. I’m famous like that.