Looking for a fabulous way to kick cabin fever’s ass while celebrating a gal pal’s birthday, there was no better idea than to host a crazy pants party at my mini manse.
Naturally needing to up my outfit ante, I added pink tinsel eyelashes to my look…which I now want to be an everyday staple.
With my outfit ready and set to go, party food being monitored for meddling pussies and birthday decor in proper places, there was only one thing left to do…
… get the furry little host with the most set to be the greeter.
And then the crazy pants came in droves!
And why stop at pants when you can add crazy hats?
Now it’s not a party without a little drama – and you could cut the animal tension with a knife when sweet Precious rolled in.
With a puppy and two pussies under my roof already, this CBXB party wasn’t complete without my Pa.
Nor will any party of mine be complete without
classy rounds of Jell-O shots served by the one and only Mama CBXB.
Once I’d consumed my weight in gelatinous goodness, it was time to ruin party pics.
While I was busy being the star of every camera’s show, Dada CBXB didn’t mind taking in all of the lovely lady sights.
A crazy pants party isn’t complete without various cray cray lady pics with an appropriate prop.
With the shenanigans raging on until daylight started to creep in the windows, Teddy resorted to his Juicy Couture Pussy Palace where he knew I couldn’t fit in and breathe stale Skinny Pirate breath all over him.
And as those wee rays of sunshine poured into the mini manse, I could only muster the energy to reach for my recovery kit complete with vodka, bloody mary mix and aspirin. Lots and lots of aspirin.
I may or may not still be sipping on a recovery mix days after this party ended, along with lots and lots and lots of aspirin.
Here’s hoping your week has been headache free!