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baby shower

Catherine and I (70% Catherine) threw a surprise baby shower for Christina yesterday. The theme was ducks (100% Catherine).

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We got a nice little crowd for a rainy day. My job was to keep Her Highness out and about while the joint got decorated and the guests arrived, which wasn't hard when I expressed a willingness to buy brunch and stand patiently in shops with names that sounded like Betty Boop characters or trees that have to be planted in moonlight.

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I like this picture because it looks like C got trashed. Which she did. Like, seven bottles. Of whiskey. Just awful. So much for that kid going to college. (The highchair is from Catherine and Nick, many thanks.)

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  1. My favourite part? When I said, "It's red? Good, because Darryl likes red." And then I do this dismissive "whatever" hand gesture. My life. In three seconds of digital video.

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  2. Anonymous9:36 am

    Congratulations once again! Love the ducks!

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  3. Yellow ducks on blue cupcakes!!!!!!

    You're good people :)

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  4. Can you eat the ducks?

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  5. Fanastic! Love the cupcakes~ Happy, Great, Fun Stuff! Love your description of the stores-so very true!

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  6. The duckycakes are cute!

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