Love bites

 I continually find myself amazed at the lengths to which I will go to make my children happy.  Princess Gingersnap’s birthday is this Saturday, and she has requested—nay, demanded—a Twilight Eclipse -themed sleepover party.  I now face the prospect of having around ten giggly tween girls taking over my house.  Husband Fixture and the Prince of Distraction will be banished to the dungeon, where they will gorge themselves on junk food and video games while I am up to my eyelashes in makeovers and Twilight movies. 

Today alone, I spent five hours driving around to 6 different stores in search of decorations, favors, and gifts for this party.  Anyone who knows me would tell you that I hate, despise, loathe, abhor, and revile shopping.  And the only thing I disdain more than shopping is running around to several stores to do this.   Despite my best efforts to obtain the necessary accoutrements at the lowest possible prices, Husband Fixture was still displeased (as he tracked my movements via online banking). 

Tomorrow begins the process of cleaning, baking, and filling favor bags . . .  Fun, fun, fun!