The true definition of insanity
THIRTY EIGHT birthday party invitations signed, sealed and ready to go. Every single one of them a reciprocal invitation.
Shoot me now.
posted by Rebecca @ 3:04 PM
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Shoot me now.
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- Name: Rebecca
- Location: London, United Kingdom
First a New York PR maven, then a boring suburban housewife, now an expatriate living abroad. Whatever will I think of next? Join me, my husband and our two small children as we interrupt our regular lives to move to London for a few years. The best thing we've ever done or pure folly? Only time will tell...
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4 Comments:
JUST. SAY. NO.
I did it. And I'm alive to talk about it.
Of course, I know this won't change your mind. Nor will it ease it. Hang in there, and toss back a beer before the big day...
You are a far, far braver woman than I.
Far braver than I, as well. Yikes! And, good luck!
Um...here's to lots of previous commitments? Ay-yi. We've done the big parties just a few times, but only for summer birthdays where the entire party consists of water balloons and the slip-n-slide. Good luck, crazy lady! ;)
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