I wish you lived down the road.
I wish you lived in the white house with the shutters and the picket fence and the stone path lined with hydrangea.
And I wish you could stop by this morning for coffee.
And we could sit at the kitchen table and talk about the party.
Oh what a party it was.
A craft-making, apron-wearing, pineapple-eating celebration.
We would have full party analysis…..starting with how I went to the dollar store and recycled all the Fourth of July decorations.
You would laugh and tell me you already knew that.
“Really?” I would say. “How?”
And you would have to put your coffee down because you were giggling so hard.
Shaking with laughter you would point at one of my hanging spray-painted decorations and tell me that I forgot to spray paint over the stars and stripes.
And then I would start laughing too….because the only thing better than unpainted recycled Fourth of July decorations…..
…..is having a friend to laugh about it with.
And then we would agree that we had the best friends.
Who each wore these adorable aprons to the craft-making, apron-wearing, pineapple-eating festivities.
Then a full-on discussion would ensue about how cute the craft turned out.
And how easy it was.
And how we should make crafts at all our parties.
Then you would ask me how I thought of ever thought of painting over stickers and then peeling them off to make the letters on the sign.
And I would tell you Pinterest.
And you would say,” Of course.”
And then we would have 10 minute conversation on how The Bachelorette should have picked Ari and how he looked completely heartbroken and how we’ve never really been that crazy about Jef since he rode in on that skateboard, but that he did kind of redeem himself with that sweet proposal and maybe Emily and Jef might make a cute couple.
Followed by a discussion on how…in general….ribbons have really come a long way.
Then you would tell me how yummy those cupcakes were…..
…..but why did I put those arrows on top of the cupcakes?
And then I would have to officially spit out my coffee.
I would try to tell you…..but I would be laughing too hard.
“Arrows?” I would say. “Seriously.”
“Those are houses.”
“Houses on top of the cupcakes.”
And then….you would give me the funniest look.
And very quietly….lean in and whisper, “Does that mean that the pineapples in the display weren’t arrows, either?”
And I would roll my eyes.
And then you would smile and tell me that you were just kidding…..of course you knew they were houses……
….after all….who could miss the grape handles and strawberry doors 🙂