Welcome Back Party

Do you ever have one of those weeks where you’re swamped at work, your house is a total disaster, and the only time you have to relax is when you go to bed (and even then you’ve got a lot on the mind)? Last week was one of those weeks.

I’m working on a huge project at work that has literally taken me over. My mind is constantly thinking about it. I’m in the shower and get an idea. So I run out, butt-naked and soaking wet to write down the idea, and then jump back in. I was so busy last week that I couldn’t even take a normal shower. In the midst of it all, I neglected my love – this blog. I took an unexpected vacation I didn’t want to go on. I had a huge void in the pit of my stomach, and now I know why. Because as I write this, that void is no longer there.

The last time we chatted, we were preparing for our Housewarming Party. As you know, we had a leak in the wall which was getting fixed and ManFriend was laying new floor in our bedroom. Well, in true procrastinator fashion,  the floor was completed and the door to our bedroom was put back on 1 hour before the party was officially supposed to start. Good thing no one shows up to parties on time, because if they had, they would’ve seen me all dressed up in my birthday suit.

As soon as our first guest arrived, I had just enough time to brush my hair and grab a beer. After 4 weeks (probably more) of busting our asses nonstop, we deserved one (a beer, I mean).

Playing the hostess with the mostest is hard work! I talked my face off to everyone and anyone. The turnout was good, a consistent 45 people at all times, and there was plenty of food and drinks for all. Aside from getting the room done, that was the only other concern I had. Sadly, I didn’t get ANY pictures of the party decor and setup.

We did, however, get about 15 bottles of vino and 10 bottles of liquor. Nothing in the salted chocolate household is conventional. Our party was a Housewarming/Stock-the-Bar Party. We made out like bandits. That’s just how we roll.

{It started out empty. Bar – $50, Kohl’s}

Plus, Marm brought us a chocolate cake that weighed about 50 pounds. No joke. And a week later, it’s gone. Don’t judge me. Hey, this blog has chocolate in the title. What can I say?

{ManFriend getting grabby}

{Chocolate tower of gloriousness}