tea party
got invited to my first tea party the other day. sarah had quite the spread with a set of exquisite hand-painted china cups filled with a sweet but robust blend of Colombian raspberry tea (actually, it was lukewarm water-but i was told to use my imagination), bite-sized shortbread cream scones (stale Ritz), and a very distinguished group of upper-crust guests. there was a peppermint colored bear, a couple of stuffed cats, a pink chicken, and a plastic doll that kept staring at me (note to self: get rid of creepy doll). i was a little embarrassed at my lack of tea party etiquette but was quickly brought up to speed by my gracious host in the dainty ways of tea sipping. after the refreshments, there was a spattering of polite conversation. the stuffed cats, evidently, felt a little put off with the current policy of allowing the boys to visit sarah's room and petitioned a 'no boys allowed' standard, which would include a very visible sign hanging prominently on the bedroom door. the peppermint bear had a concern with the boys leaving star wars toys on sarah's bedroom floor and seconded the 'no boys' notion. the pink chicken felt there should be a democratic vote to get rid of the boys altogether, and replace them with a handful of baby sisters (for sarah, of course). the creepy doll just sat and stared at me, which gave me the idea it didnt want boys there either. after a lovely time, i excused myself from the party and said goodbye to my new stuffed friends. sarah showed me to the door pausing long enough to direct my attention to a vacant spot that would be perfect to hang a No Trespassing sign. she asked me to forgive the pink chicken for the silly idea of throwing the boys away, (unless mom and i thought it was appropriate-then she would certainly back our decision) but encouraged me to consider restricting the boys room roaming privileges. she assured me, of course, that there would be a special stipulation in the prohibition that would always allow me to visit whenever i wanted.. how could i say no..
2 Comments:
where is your crown, lance? don't you know that you are suppose to dress up for a tea party.
I'm going to have nightmares for months after seeing that picture of you... but she's adorable... she must take after her mom!!!
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