My mom’s family has had their fare share of crap thrown at them through the years. I used to LOVE going to family parties — the family was just a lot of fun. Teasing, jokes, stuff like that. I always picked-out special outfits to wear (since I was the only girl for a fairly long time — my favorite aunt Ruth would always tell me how cute I was).
Now, that parties don’t seem to come as freely. It’s a bit o’ work to get everyone together, but I must admit we still have a pretty dang good time. HOWEVER, people seem to feel like they have to pull-off a gourmet meal, or have some big deali-o, but I think we have finally learned our lesson — that it’s the people and a bag of clearance M&M’s that make a party — not the fancy planning.
I think it’s that way with most parties. I have found that I love to get together with my girlfriends, but I have totally lost the pressure of feeling like I need to invite everyone and their dog (I can’t have a good time if there are too many people at a party — call me crazy), and I can have it potluck and people can bring bagel bites for all I care.
Anyway, just a little something I learned….
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