Pink Poodles and Baseballs
I’ve been ever so busy through the weekend that this is my first chance to post. My daughter had a much anticipated Pink Poodle in Paris birthday party at our home. Seven giggling, squealing girls decended upon our house. I took the opportunity to wear my Eiffel Tower earrings (my sister brought them directly from Paris, thank you!) and to teach the girls some elementary French. (Fermez la bouche!)
It was delightful and, I’ll admit it, exhausting. Three cheers for Birthday Express, the online service who delivered the party in a box and offered some good party game ideas. For working moms like me who insist on doing it up as well as the SAHMs can, this is the trick.
My daughter was tickled by her uncle’s aghast horror when he learned she was having a Pink Poodle party. She told her girlfriends that he suggested a baseball party instead. Six little girls greeted this idea with a chorus of “Noooooooooooooo!”
The party ended with much mwa! mwa! Au revoir mes amis! and Stlworkingmom looking for une bouteille de vin.

August 11th, 2005 at 4:35 pm
Sacre bleu! Next time I want to come!
amanda