But I might get the title of The Worst Blogger in the Entire World Who Should Be Blogging All About Her Beloved Son Dovi's Upcoming Bar Mitzvah
which is in 19daysohmygdI'mfreakingoutIneedsomeofDovi'svaliumimmediatelybreathebreathebreathe
Wowza. It's soon. Like really, insanely, terrifyingly, heartstoppingly, waking up at night panic attackingly soon. Not like that's happening to anybody I know.
I have about 4,000 projects 90% done. But nothing, and I repeat NOTHING, is all the way done. It's not good for the psyche of the insane anal retentive blogger.
I wish I could tell you all about my projects. I really do. But that would ruin it for the people who are, ya know, coming, and deserve to be shocked by my amazing craftiness. Yes, I have been crafting the Bar Mitzvah. Did you expect anything different? And no, I am not paying for it with coupons. When Jewel still took expired coupons, I had visions of saving up all my Catalinas for like two years and ordering trays from Jewel and paying for them with insane stacks of Cats, but alas, that was not to be and we have a real caterer. Which will be much easier for me but much more expensive, which makes the thrifty coupon shopper in me throw up a little in my mouth.
Luckily I have wonderful friends and wonderful personal shoppers in New York (I WILL find out how much I owe you, and I WILL pay you back!) and hopefully we have almost everything we need. Yes, almost. Still not everything. Faint.
And no worries, I have an anatomy test on Thursday, as well as book fair for ESJ's school all this week. Yikes.
But on the upside, Dovi has really cute shoes for the Bar Mitzvah.