It's my party and I'll cry if I want to...

And cry she did. Poor little girl has pink eye in both eyes and what sounds like croup. She's been running a low grade fever for a few days and is just plain miserable. The weather this morning was crappy so I considered phoning the few people I had invited to her party and cancelling....but I dont have another day off for quite a while so I went ahead with it. The kids had to play inside because it rained overnight and everything was drenched. They had fun but poor Abby spent most of her party in mine or daddy's arms. She didnt even get excited about her presents...of which there were many! Eric and I made a cake last night that turned out pretty good. It was one of those betty crocker bake and fill dome cakes. Chocolate cake with chocolate mousse filling. Mmmm. The icing was green (grassy hill) and Dora and the gang were on it. I might have taken a pic, not sure.
Now for the vent. You thought there wouldnt be one, huh? I invited my father in law to the party last week. I told him it was at 1pm. He showed up at 5 and insisted I said it was at 5. Who has a party at 5? Anyway, that didnt bother me as much as the crappy ass gift he gave her. He stopped at a convenience store along the way and spent about $5....maybe 6 if I include the cost of the gift bag. Its not the cost that counts...I know...but there was no thought put into it either, and the gift is crap! Its a cheap crappy (how many times can I say crap?) stuffed animal that makes noise when you squeeze it. I almost bought some for prizes yesterday but they were too crappy! Said it again. He also threw in a bag of candy (those marshmallow bananas that I love) and ate more than half while he sat and told us how stupid we are for buying this money pit of a house. I managed to not kill him but it took every ounce of self control I could muster. He is why I never changed my name when I married. Ugh!