A long while back, when I knew that I would be moving home for a portion of the summer and that Emma’s graduation party would be a big part of what I would do while home, I emailed my sister. And I politely asked to be her party planner.
I get bored so easily. I need a list of things to do. [Even if those ‘things’ are clean the house or read a book.] More than one day of nothing drives me nuts and, without living in a community with friends and the Cities as my disposal, I knew I might go a bit stir crazy. I worked hard to have things to occupy my time.
And so I quilt. I’m engrossed in a new book. I’ve become a bit addicted to Twitter and watch How I Met Your Mother on Lifetime. [Pretty sure I’ve talked about that before. That’s how much I’m now in love with that part of my day. And NPH.]
I knew I would need a bit more on my schedule and thus I bid for the position of party planner. Bid and won. [After little struggle or convincing. Shoulders shrugged and, “Eh. Okay.” I got the job. I didn’t even have to supply a resume.]
My main assignment has been the desserts. Since cakepops are the main attraction, I gained charge of the dessert table. Pinterest being my main source of inspiration, here is what I’m thinking so far:
there's no place like gnome. 
how do I get invited to that party? baby graham loves dessert tables!