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Everything was organized except for flowers. I will let this go, eventually, but when I asked about flowers and decorations I got a classic eye roll and pfft response from my own hubby. We were NOT going to have a Valentine's party without flowers even if it meant I had to buy myself flowers. Which is, in fact, exactly what I did. Thankfully, several of the other wives volunteered to decorate too. We spent the afternoon mixing and matching our girly stuff, arranging flowers and making the clubhouse look pretty. I actually kind of like that stuff so it wasn't a hardship. And the party was so much fun. Not only was it great to listen to the band, it was nice to get to eat, chat and laugh with good friends.
While Ryan was helping with clean up duty, I went to pick up Tessa. She was having her very own Valentine's Party at the gym for their monthly Parent's Night Out. I was in Ryan's car and didn't have any Tessa cds so we listened to Ryan's ipod. I played all the Love Machine songs so she could hear what Daddy had been singing. Between her new light up shoes, loud music and wild arm waving we looked like a rolling rave in the old Maxima. But the best was when she started belting out Elvis, "come on, come on ... come on, come on ... come on, come on ... aaaahhhhhh little less conversation little more action!"










