My friends ROCK

My favorite mom of twins and my best friend of 20 years, collaborated to throw me a shower. Now you all know I'm a fairly, hm...how can I put this in a way that doesn't make me sound like a perfectionist wench delicately, "particular" person but when it comes to other people making a fuss over me, I tend to say "just throw a bag of Doritos in a bowl and call it good." I love love love to throw parties and special events to honor people, I'm just not that good at putting the shoe on the other foot. It feels awkward, uncomfortable and a stresses me out a tiny bit. Those of you that know me IRL may be surprised by this admonition, but it's true peeps. MVK is not great at being fêted. (But please do note my mad 'circumflex' skills!)

However, I know my best friend and after forcing her to let me throw her a tiny little 'Sprinkle' last summer (just days after I found out I was pregnant but didn't yet know about Les Twinks) I knew my number was up.

I told them I didn't need anything, no gifts, nothing elaborate, I even begged my best friend not to mail out paper invites and just to do an Evite instead. When they asked me what my ideal shower would be, I said "to watch a chick flick and eat dessert!" They honored my wishes so beautifully but did cheat and put together a darling gift basket for me. How could I reprimand such utter cuteness?! And one of the best components of the basket? A lovely ribbon-tied scroll that contained a MONTH'S worth of dates and names of people who are going to bring us dinner after Les Twinks arrive. And they are all people that I like! Who I would not care if they came over and I was in yoga pants with a baby stuck to my b.oob! They thought of everything!

Upon arrival, I mentioned that I was hungry and my FMOT (favorite mom of twins) offered me a plate of lasagna and made me sit down before I could blink. Then she spread out all my favorite sappy chick flicks Oscar worthy movies and said "pick one!" Perfection does not begin to describe the scene.

We played one and only one non-cheesy game (that I totally rocked) involving pairing celebrity parents with their twin celebrity spawn. Let me tell you, my $79.99 annual subscription to US Weekly totally paid dividends! And because I'm supremely humble, I assure you I didn't say loudly "I TOTALLY KNOW THIS ONE! AND I CAN NAME THE DAD TOO, SUCKERS!" after each and every question. No siree, I sat there and calmly and quietly contemplated each answer in manner befitting a lady.

After I kicked total and complete ass the game was over, we popped in The Devil Wears Prada and ate copious amounts of popcorn, carmel corn and three different desserts. And you all know how I love me some dessert! It was a great evening and I loved celebrating with my sweet friends (and none of the sour ones)!

Thank you Liane (FMOT) and Jess (bestie) (and Shelly for coordinating the amazing meal calendar).

You make it abundantly true for me to say MY FRIENDS ROCK. XOXOXOXOXO

**POST EDIT**

Not sure why all my thought bubbles and captions are showing up so small and blurry, but it was my second attempt (the first resulted in GIANT pictures that only partially showed up) so I am throwing in the towel. Just *imagine* how witty they were if you could read them. :)