Surprise!

It's a birthday party!  Planned my very first surprise birthday party for a special person recently and it actually turned out to be a HUGE surprise and success!  The birthday boy's name was Tanner, and he just so happen to be born on the same day as Dr. Seuss.  So in honor of the doc and tan we held a surprise birthday in the burg where all his friends gathered at the bottling company.  With as much creativity as I could muster I seemed to come up with a what I called Lorax Cupcake Trees instead of a cake!

They seemed to be a big hit, along with his Seussical invitation that rounded everybody up together! (Proud Smile :)  I actually had never thought a surprise birthday party would have been so much work.  And by work... I mean the lying and trying to get things done all why you are trying to pretend you are doing nothing when you got tanner constantly blowing up your phone while you are on the other line with the bakery, counting seats in the back of your head wondering if you can make reservations to one place before another person reserves for the weekend; and yet you still have to act like you ain't done shit all day to make the norm, Normal.  This indeed is work. And how females thrive to plan weddings and other events.  I will never have no idea what thirst they hunger for in that dept. because that just sounds like a amtrack waiting to derail in the middle of Times Square. LUDACRIS! 

When headed to the Wal-Mart to pick up the cupcakes I also have a return... you know how that goes regardless of the Christmas Season.  They want to 21 question you why you are bringing the item back?  Well obviously it don't fit, wrong color, don't work, or you just rounded up some extra things around the house because you are low on cash...

Well anyways I head into the Exit door like I always do and try to track down the grandma or the grandpa or the Mexican that is working the scanner and printout machine to give me my sticker so I can go the next stop.  This was a job in itself.  The maw-maws were nowhere to be found.  It's like they took a 45 hour lunch break at the subway and couldn't locate their way back to their post.  Well finally I was over it and walked straight to the customer service counter. The cashier begins to tell me that this item I was trying to return was not in her system inventory and I could not return it... at this point I am madder than a hornet.  Maw-Maw is off taking a siesta with the Subway crew and now I can't return a damn set of crayola paint markers?!  And I was serious about my new years resolution to control my temper so... I slam the markers down on the counter and say you can keep the dried ass sons a bitches I'll write the company later and your district manager.  It wasn't the girl's fault, she did not fill the markers up with paint.

Now I am cruising down an aisle with a raggedy ass buggy that's wheel that should of been retired along the grandma that went MIA.  Finally, at the bakery dept and surprisingly my order was ready and it was right to be even more positive!

I am at Tanner's 6th call of the day. It's his birthday and I haven't called him to chat and give him a run down of an agenda like I normally do. So again, I lie and say I have a recall on my truck and its gonna be a while Nissan called airbags could deploy at any minute and my brakes are going out and they need to drop the fuel tank to check a sensor for the fuel tank.  Gonna be all day and I may not make it tonight but I'll call you when I know something. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

6.5 hours later.  The birthday gods helped me pull off a fantastic night and a great surprise birthday for one of my very best friends!