I have to say, I'm inspired by how many bloggy pals out there feel the same way about beauty products. So, we're giving this new underarm smoothing product what? About 3 months tops before Dove pulls it? (And seriously--whoever decided late October was the perfect time to launch a product named "Sleeveless" has got to be dumber than a box of rocks.)
One big secret is over. Check it out:
That, friends, is Mr. B enjoying a surprise birthday party yesterday afternoon. He doesn't turn 10 until Friday, and he insisted he only wanted a family party. Pfft. I sent out Top Secret E-Mail Correspondence to parents a couple weeks ago. Then I ordered a cake and some pizzas. Kung fu Master Mr. O told Mr. B earlier this past week that he needed some extra work on his sword form before his qualification test this Saturday. Hm. So busy all weekend--candidate training, Mr. D's big company party, flag football--but Sunday afternoon during a rainstorm might work.
The stage was set before Mr. D brought Mr. B in for his private lesson:
Then everyone enjoyed feats of strength and manliness, sword sparring and dodging balls. Mr. B never saw it coming--in fact, even his own brothers didn't know about the party until the very last minute.
All the planning and secrecy paid off--Mr. B had a swell time with his friends and was shocked by the surprise. Plus we had leftover cake, so life is pretty good here.
Spill it, reader. Have you ever thrown or been thrown a surprise party?