Annnnnnd the high today is 92. Because I'm having an outdoor party. In June. In the South. That's why.
I hope no one is coming dressed as a bear. Unless it's like a gay man bear with assless chaps. Because at least then there'd be a cool breeze.
We all worked like demons yesterday setting up Peg's yard, and then we commenced again this morning.
Marvin's so excited about our party he's pitchin' a tent!
My driveway, shown above, is going to be the drinks station. It's where you'll get your Cheerwine, your Corona, your coffee, which I am stupidly making even though it is going to be 92. Hell, it already IS 92. Trust me. I was just out there.
Here is Peg's yard. We thought we'd leave the ladder just like that just to watch people trip. In case that was anyone's biggest fear. Also, yes, mom, that IS your dining-room table back there. You gave it to me, remember? I am allowed to schlep it into someone's back yard if I feel like it.
We hung bugs and bats and snakes everywhere, and ironically sometimes had to knock actual real bugs off Peg's wall to make room for fake ones. Also, one of the bats fell off and it fluttered off very realistically. Cool! I like bats, personally.
Anyway, we all retreated to our air conditioning until 5:00, when we will start setting up the tables and such. I am certain it won't be hot as blazes or anything at 5:00. And also, our bookshelves aren't done being painted, so if anyone wants to come in my house to go to the bathroom, our house is a wreck. Yay.
Comment of the week goes to Joann, who apparently I am obsessed with because she won the caption contest, too. Clearly we are having an affair.
I'll show you pictures of everyone's costumes tomorrow. You have something to live for.