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World Domination Just Might Be in My Future

My sister and I hosted a baby shower for our sister-in-law today. It was one of those deals that dominated our daily drive-home-from-work-calls for the last 6 weeks. Then we scratched all our plans last week and ended up sprint shopping this morning and were still putting the finishing touches on everything as the first guests arrived.

The shower was beautiful, and we all had a great time decorating the pages for the baby book, chillin' with some Jack Johnson, and munching on the most amazing rolls my mouth has ever tasted. My brilliant idea for the day was something I call the "paciflower". I put these together last night, and we used them as center pieces for the tables.
Aren't they adorable?

I'm totally exhausted now since I've been up since 5:30 and have driven a total of 6 hours today and had to drive over more bridges than I care to count. Last summer I developed a bridge phobia. My heart pounds as I go over any bridge. My mind races with thoughts like, "Will I have enough time to roll down the window if the car goes over the edge?" or "Which shore will be the easiest to swim to?"

That's no joke, even though EVERYONE around me laughs when they hear about this.


I discovered this afternoon that my brother's house is only 2 1/2 hours away from mine if I take I-275. This means driving over the Sunshine Skyway Bridge. And yes, my heart pounded at the mere thought of crossing Tampa Bay, but I did it. Sweaty palms and all.

The picture of the bridge is a bit fuzzy because I took while driving. Yep, this bridge-a-phobic basket case took pictures while DRIVING across a bridge that replaced one that collapsed 30 years ago.


Who knows what I'll conquer next. Maybe finally getting a handle on the growing pile of junk-mail-to-shred?

Comments

Christy said…
Love the paciflower, solidarity on the bridge phobia (window-rolling-down is always the first thing I think about) and......get some rest! Party planning and throwing is exhausting work!

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