Monday, March 29, 2010

No, this is not just an excuse to post a Tina Turner video. (But also yes it is.)

This weekend we celebrated our dear Lizzie's birthday with a hoppin' party. Of course, the real fun of the night was when we settled in for one of our famous after-parties. There we were chatting about the night and consuming as much leftover food as possible so there would be less to clean-up (yeah, 'cause we're thinkers) when I attempted to begin a nice friendly game of Chuck a Powdered Donut at Your Roommate's Head.

Because I'm an adult.

Things, as they often do in our house, escalated quickly and within seconds a full-blown donut war raged. The fight came to a head and I found myself pinned to the kitchen floor as Liz shoveled a handful of donuts down my shirt. I did what anyone might do when they're backed into a corner: I grabbed some donut crumblies from inside my blouse, clamped my hand over Liz's mouth and shouted "EAT IT! EAT IT NOW!"


Yes, that really happened.


As I undressed for bed (and shook a cup of donut pieces out of my jeans) I couldn't think of a single person in the world I'd rather get into a wild pastry fight at 1 o'clock in the morning with.


Happy birthday, Liz. Thanks for being an idiot with me. You're simply the best.


3 comments:

Kristina P. said...

I think you would definitely rock the Facepaint Unicorn. You seem like that type of girl.

Kim said...

I know, right? I need to go to more carnivals so I have an excuse to airbrush glittery creatures on my exposed skin.

Wait--nope, I don't need any more excuses for that.

Jen said...

I was going to comment of the tragedy of uneaten donuts, but since they were force-fed, then that is fine. whew!