The butler never looked so dignified as he did after Clarice's girls got done with him:
A special guest, courtesy of Clarice's youngest daughter:
One day, Clarice will be the chef in Heaven, and this is what we shall eat--I'm quite sure of it! A dessert especially made for me: chocolate pate with cream Anglaise sauce delicately infused with coconut. The only way for me to describe this amazing slice of pure decadence is to call it an oral orgasm. That just about does it justice:
And here was the centerpiece for the table and my gift from Angie. Angie who is nothing less than genius! It's mer-me! And it captures me exactly as I am--a hot, middle-aged babe in a green bikini-ish thing, riding the crest of the 40 wave and raising my glass to salute all that is waiting for me! Or something.
Youngest kept looking at the felted doll and looking at me, "Mom--her eyebrows, her smile, the way her hair comes over her shoulders, her coloring--she looks just like you! How does Angie do it?" Yep. Angie's a genius:
They all shared their wonderful food and warmth and laughter. And, to be expected at any A-list party, there was entertainment! After I learned that it was my night to indulge in as many margaritas as I liked (which is why I was supposed to have shared a ride with Tracy--but I blew that) I called my sweet Mister to come pick my car up. Though he had been busy working on a project, he dropped everything to honor my request.
The girls and I were at the dinner table when we heard a low, sexy, almost stripper-like voice coming from the kitchen. "Did someone call for a handyman?" asked the smouldering voice. In walked Mister, unzipping his coveralls. It was hysterical. Though I was a teensy bit worried that the zipper wasn't going to stop at chest height . . .
And finally--a friend (a guy--naturally) sent me this. Follow the link and click on the track titled "On Tropical Islands." I like to imagine this celebrity recording the piece as though he were serious about it. hee hee
But the piece d'resistance of my personal, private tropical getaway had to be the lovely cards and letters my posse gave me. A whole stack of letters telling me what makes me uniquely me and why they love me. Interestingly, many of the things I view as faults are viewed by my friends as strengths. I have much to learn! I won't reprint their lovely words except this tiny little excerpt from Angie:
"Another thing I love about Kristin is that though she'll notice all the grammatical errors I've written in this card, she won't judge me or like me any less!"
How much more blessed can a girl get?
Oh--and one last photo. This is my birthday present from Mister. That sweet, sweet man. Donchya just love how the present goes with the party theme? Me too:
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh . . .
Thank you Clarice for your lovely home--and your food!; Mary for knowing exactly what I needed; Tracy for the years and years of late night confidance; and Angie for your always down-to-earth support and your creativity! Better friends never walked this Earth. *sniff*