S-s-s-saucy weekend.

So how was your weekend?


Mine was...well, my mom is still here...so I guess that means it was...again, how was your weekend?


Oh, for pete's sake, I'm kidding.


Ours was actually really nice.


There was some fried rice eating, Wal-Mart grocery shopping, Saturday morning sleeping-in, eatin' mamma's roast, and lounging in elastic waist pants.


Good times.


There was also a wedding I had to sing at. But what can I say? I am sought out by every bride between here and Timbuktu. I think it's all the feeling I can emote and my ability to cry on cue.


But all those weekend festivities led up to the real event.....Remi's 2 year old birthday party. Which should have been called "the party that almost wasn't." Actually, it kind of was the party that wasn't. (I don't think that made sense. But I'm all hopped up on buttercream icing, so bear with me.)


Remi has run fever for 2 days.
Her Poppy and Mally got detained in Texas due to their dog running away (which is another blog for another day) and barely made it in time.
We tried to rent a moon-jumpy-bouncy-thingy, but considering the thunderstorms we were scheduled to have no one wanted to rent it to us.
And no one ever really RSVP's on Evite. So that makes it kind of hard to plan, ya know?
So I decided that all signs pointed to - next year!


So, we opted for hot dogs and Blue Bell.


But my best friends, who adore Remi (and adore me, if I'm being honest) crashed it - and I am so glad they did! What should have been some cold wienies on paper plates turned in to a house full of love, 1400 gits of sidewalk chalk and bubble machines, and CHILI-CHEESE DOGS!!Yep, the "party that was never supposed to be" turned in to "the perfect little party that was."


I loved it.
Oh, and Remi loved it too.


And Nonie made her strawberry cake.
And I made my buttercream icing.
And heaven was silent for a moment.


Okay, that's a tad over dramatic but I've been singing at a wedding and I'm still fake crying all over the place.


Oh, and one last thing. See that fab little button under my Lipo, Lifts and Links section? Well, it's called The Secret is in the Sauce. It's saucy and I think you should check it out. It's by my long-lost friends Heather and Tiffany who faithfully comment here daily, even though we've never met and they might not like me in real life if they knew what jean size I recently moved in to. Please check them out. And if you don't believe that the secret really is in the sauce...just ask Remi.