I didn't drink! But I ... ate chocolate?

I need an intervention.

Kat, you are exactly like me. When I did Ben's Harry Potter party, I was up until 2 a.m. the night before, PAINTING HOUSE FLAGS on pillowcases to hang in the living room. I cut out about fifty white candles from poster board, colored the flame yellow, and hung them from the beams in our living room with fishing line, so it would look like they were floating.

Ben was five. All he wanted was a pair of glasses and a lightning bolt tattoo. I was insane.

I'm the bad party mom. My kids are lucky if there's a cake on the table and the laundry has been put away before the guests arrive.

Amy, our house is a mess. And I'm just poor enough to have considered a taco truck (there WILL be a bouncer though).

We will have yummy cupcakes though.

Lee, could you? I'd be ever so grateful.

Sure! I've even started already!

there WILL be a bouncer though

Jesus, what kind of kids do Noah and Grace hang out with?

Not that kind of bouncer, ita, a bouncy house.

Well, two kids are the children of an LAPD internal affairs type.

Ganache is whipped and cupcakes are done. Ganache is my one true frosting.

I made 5 dozen cupcakes. They are all the chocolate CI ones, with the sour cream... the super dense crumb ones. Four dozen are frosted with buttercream.

The last dozen? I wanted to make a whipped whiskey frosting but Katie said no. So I did a center fill with buttercream and then frosted with ganache. yum yum yum.

I wanted to make a whipped whiskey frosting but Katie said no

You're going to have security onsite. I don't see what the issue is. God, significant others can be such party poopers.

Ganache is the only frosting I'll go face down in. It's just made to my specifications. However, I'm not going to look askance at the whiskey thing. Want to date me, Kat?

I was supposed to work before I went to bed, but Kat has not left K for me, despite me being willing to overlook, nay encourage the liquor thing, so I'm crushed with rejection and am going to go to bed, just as soon as I send another pleading email to my migraine doctor (whose email address I got due to one of those cc mixups) to rescue me from the ER cutting me off. They didn't reach out to him, and my messages to him got lost in the phone system, because I've been trying to get him to talk to them for days now.

I'm terrified about tomorrow night. This has been a long sucky March, and I can't do April the same way. My manager doesn't have to be this nice to me, and stakes will be risen, and I'm still grabbing responsibility for everything that wanders past my plate.

Which I could stop, but then I feel I'm not needed so much, and I can't be there so much...and I really want to keep this job.