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Yesterday, I pulled off my first ever surprise party. I threw one for my dear Hubby's birthday, as he had never had a surprise party thrown for him. It was quite the Fiesta, for sure, as the theme was Mexican. It's his favorite food group, after all. ;) His local family and many of his closest friends made it out for the bash. The food all turned out deliciously. The games were a hoot. And, the best part was, he was legitimately surprised!

Today, I'm reveling (yes, reveling) in the aftermath. I've re-swept the house, done the dishes, started the wash pile of doom, torn down the decor, and even hand-scrubbed the kitchen floor. The dog is even wiped out. He went from the Mexican jumping bean of the party, to my little kidney bean (read: curled in a ball) on the top of the couch cushions. And it's enjoyable to me. It's a moment of pure balance. The fun, work, and pleasure of the weekend all produces satisfaction for me. It's rare I feel this way, so before I head back to work tomorrow, I'm reveling. Now, for some pictures! Enjoy.

Surprise!


Fiesta time!

Some of the decor.

Hardcore.

Guests.

Fun times, fun times!

Henry

This month has been so fun. Fall is here (fun!), birthdays abound (SO fun!), I've spent much quality time with friends (funfunfun!), AND we got a doggie (FUNNN!!!!!!!). Heeeere's Henry:


He's a mut. We think maybe German shepherd and beagle. He's 3 years old. He's only about 30lbs. If you know either my husband or myself AT ALL you know our penchant for large dogs, and you can understand how this size dog is a big stretch for us as pet owners. Too bad he's too cute to resist. He's very very smart, and has already proven to be a good hunting dog for small game. (Don't worry, he hasn't actually killed anything. I don't think he has the heart to. ;-) ) He sleeps in a little ball because he gets cold. Observe:


He adores rawhide bones bigger than his body. And he eats them with great fervor. Observe:


But overall, he's a delicate little thing. All his actions are gentle and meek, it seems. We're constantly laughing at his mannerisms. Like, how he'll stare you down and quietly whimper until you let him hop into your lap while you watch TV. Or, how he'll sweetly paw at the bed covers letting us know he wants to be snuggled in under them. His little face and sad eyes are so very hard to resist. But don't let them fool you! He barks like a big dog, and plays rough and tough with the best of them. Now, if only I could convince him that he's not a cat...