The Nashville weekend shenanigans contained a little St. Patty’s Day pre-parting and I was thrilled to partake in the events.
My twins in Iowa were more than a tad excited not only for the upcoming hunt of leprechauns and gold but also to eat chicken for lunch (it’s the little things, isn’t it?) on Saturday.
Elation over poultry, a new playhouse and the making of their first ever mud pies kinda made me wish I was up in Iowa with my favorite twosome. But then they’d have wanted me to help with the pies of dirt and you know, my nails are “jewels, not tools,” so it’s better I viewed from afar.
Remember sweet Mighty Dog, who belongs to one of my fave couples? A few weeks ago she was recovering from cancer surgery and I asked you for good karma, hugs, purrs and prayers that she’d get back to her old self.
Guess what? It worked!
She’s back! She’s better than ever! She’s cancer free!
Feeling the need to celebrate everything under the sun (that finally came out in Nashville after a dreary winter – yeehaw!) Saturday evening activities commenced, starting with costuming my Glamingo (what grown ass woman doesn’t have a flamingo to dress up?).
classy party staples were chilled to perfection.
And the most handsome Captain ever was at the ready to accompany me through the evening’s events.
The topper of the night? A spectacular light show that enhanced every aspect of the party…and then some.
Sunday was spent in typical fashion – with New Cat frolicking to the couch, only to see he was again too late to partake in lap love as Ted pretends he’s made of stone and has been fast asleep for three centuries.
Know what I can’t ignore?
Animated faces ready to party among leprechauns.
Here’s hoping you find a pot of gold tomorrow!