Is It Football Season Yet?

When I told Wesley we were having a mosquito-free party, he was super excited.  When I told him we were using the Cutter Zone Defense he was elated.  He grabbed the bottle of yard treatment and went tearing out of the house!  A few minutes later I popped my head outside to see how it was going.  And this is what I discovered:

Poor guy, he just can't wait for football season.  On the plus side, now that the yard is treated, he'll be able to enjoy two full months of bug free pick-up games.  Woot woot!

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[Oh hey!  This is post two out of three of those sponsored posts I warned you about.  Not sure what I'm talking about?  Go back in time and check out post #1!  Cutter graciously provided me with product and a stipend for our super duper bug-free party.  Next up?  My kids as bug repelling super heroes!]

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How to Throw a No Muss No Fuss (No Mosquito) Party.

My sincerest apologies for leaving you with such a downer of a post for so long.  It's been a rough week and I super appreciate all the kind words and condolences.  She was a lovely lovely lovely lady.  Who would not have wanted me to be sad.  Though it's awfully hard not to be sad when wonderful people leave your life. But like I said to my dad, the heartache of losing someone incredible is a small price to pay for having them in your life.

(True story.)

We returned home on Saturday and I immediately called some friends for a quick 'pick-me-up party.'  Generously hosted by Cutter.  Yes, the insect repellant people.

When Cutter initially contacted me to ask if I would write for them, my knee-jerk reaction was 'NOOOOOOO!'  Because I just don't do sponsored posts over here.  But they asked me to throw a small party on my patio.  And we all know I love parties on my patio.  And they sent me insect repellant.  And we all know I really very strongly dislike mosquitoes.  Because mosquitoes think I'm syrupy sweet.  (I am).  And since we had a jokey jokester of a winter this year, they're already rampant.  So, I said okay.

Okay!

So, here you are.  Post one of three. This one's 'How to Throw a No Muss No Fuss Party' --- I should note that Cutter did not tell me what to post about.  This hot mess of rambling awesomeness is all mine.

How to Throw a No Muss No Fuss (No Mosquito) Party:

Step 1: Invite friends who will look past the filth in your house.  Do not clean.  I repeat: DO NOT CLEAN. 

Step 2: Go to the market to pick up a whole mess of rotisserie chickens.  When they only have two rotisserie chickens just grab whatever else is available.  In this case it was 3 containers of fried chicken and 1 container of hot wings.

Step 3: Also get fixings for a sundae bar.  Because, duh.

Step 4: Also get beer.  But be sure to forget the alcohol your friends like.  Don't worry, they'll forgive you.  (Hopefully).

Step 5: Tell your friends to bring a side.  And swimsuits.

Step 6: Have your husband (or whoever else you can volunteer) prep the yard and spray the kids.

Step 7: Light citronella candles, chow down, watch kids swim.

The end.  You're welcome.

Disclaimer: I was compensated for my time and provided with product for the party.

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Dreena.

I don't even know how to write this. You had long pink manicured nails.  Always pink, like roses.  You painted them yourself.  White heeled sandals with a matching white handbag.  Nevermind the Labor Day nonsense, we live in Florida.  Your sense of humor made grown men blush and your stern look could quiet a room of screaming children.  But mostly the blushing. You were always around to lend an ear.  Even when I called at ungodly hours.  Or worse yet, showed up at your door.  You used Facebook and email and never missed your afternoon stories.  You drank Kahlua with cream and loved shrimp cocktail.  Andes mints and salted cashews.  And babies.  Oh, did you ever love babies.  You stopped serving shrimp when I developed a shellfish allergy because you didn't think I should have to watch everyone else eat it. You started cooking whole turkeys at Thanksgiving when I told you dark meat was my favorite. The volume was never too loud and the crowd was never too many.  All of your dogs were named Tinky.  Christmas shopping started on December 26th and toys were never wrapped. There was always fruit salad and expired soda.  Your hair was set once a week and you wore bright red lipstick.  You loved back scratches and hugs.  Scratch hard and hug tight.  You were fiercely loyal and unconditionally loving.  I wish you had an answering machine.  I would call it again and again just to hear your voice.  

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