And then, last night, I threw a little party. On the eve of the Super Bowl, I threw a Soup Night, and I never even made the connection until people were standing in my kitchen, eating soup and talking about the game and I thought, "Souper Bowl! ARGHHHH!" And my brain froze and I contemplated doing something wild and radical, like never buying yarn again, until I get my Pun Mojo back.
I did realize that only *I* can throw a dinner party and make people READ their way through it. (As always, you can click to embiggen.) (In case you're low on reading material.)
|Actually, it was SHRIMP Etouffee because I couldn't find crawfish here. I had to go back and edit the sign later. (Of COURSE, I did.)|
|Ana said, "Why are you making so MANY cookies?" And I said, "Because my philosophy about parties is that you can never have too much. Well, actually, it's less of a PHILOSOPHY and more of a PSYCHOSIS."|