Fat Friday and Priorities

I know it's Saturday. You think I don't know what day of the week it is? I'm a day late.

So sue me.

And everyone (Patti) who's given me a hard time on Facebook because I didn't post yesterday (Patti) BEGONE WITH YOU. And how come you don't give me an equally hard time about not getting Bible study done? Huh? WHERE ARE YOUR PRIORITIES? I guess the real question is - where are mine?

Well, let me show you where and what and who my priorities were yesterday, when I should have been blogging . . .

Priorities. Seven of them. Seven of the loudest, squirmiest, squealing priorities I could ever have hoped to be around.

They descended on our house to help Katie celebrate her birthday. The boys, wisely, had their own sleepover to attend, making this a completely boy-free, all-girl zone.

WHAT in the name of all that is holy do these girls have in their hands? Is it some sort of weapon? Am I in danger?

Oh Lord help me.

Point blank range! Good girls.

Silly string should be a must for anyone having a bad day. You have to laugh! It's impossible to stay in a bad mood when you have a can of silly string in your hands.

See? I have proof.

Lookin' good, Katie-girl.

So, we celebrated with silly string and . . .

Cupcakes. And a cupcake decorating contest. Doesn't this look extremely yummy? I just don't think there are enough sprinkles, though. Maybe the artist, here, could be a Fat Friday guest blogger someday. She could teach us all about professional cake decorating.

And of course there was giggling. Lots and lots of giggling. And squealing. It just isn't a birthday unless those two things are present.

So . . . sorry but Fat Friday was hijacked by silly string, fake strawberry cupcakes and giggling.

I owe you one.