Bitter Sweet 16

I am eyeball deep in party preparations for Mia's, our younger daughter's, sweet 16 birthday party. Our basement has been transformed into party central. The refrigerators are filled with all manner of homemade dips. The pantry is stocked with chips and crackers.  Drinks have been purchased and the popcorn bar is ready to be assembled. The vegetables are washed and sliced and the cupcakes are baked and decorated. The balloons will be filled and the pizza has been ordered. All that's left to do is wait for the guests to arrive and the snow to fall. Wait! What the what? Back up the truck! Yep, Dear Readers, snow is expected and white out conditions are anticipated. I also injured my knee moving something so that is an added bonus. (It made a sound akin to a champagne cork popping only without the fun bubbles.) Perfect! The treats and the weather are adding up to what I pray is NOT a bitter sweet 16. Oh well, it may be cold outside but an invite to this shindig is a hot, hot ticket!

Russell made an "A" for guests to sign, games have been planned, the photo booth area is well-stocked with props and there will even be hot chocolate and rice crispy treats, as requested, in addition to cupcakes. (Did I mention the popcorn bar? I got chocolate and peanuts and gummy bears, oh my! I have a "glittery" friend coming over to help with food layout and design of the final touches for an unforgettable evening guaranteed to elevate me to "Mother of Year" status. I am planning a power nap, have only ice to purchase and a "Sweet 16" balloon to get filled with helium and all is complete. I am nearing the 'honey do' phase of the party. You know the 'honey do' phase right? Sure you do. 'Honey, please go mop up that thing I spilled trying to carry ALL the flipping dips at one time. Or, 'Honey, could  you vacuum the sugar I spilled everywhere please?' 'Honey, please pour me a shot of tequila.'  See? I knew you knew the 'Honey do' phase of a party.