The party is in three days. Yesterday was the longest day in the history of recorded time. Officially. Started at 6:15 at the gym, then rushed home to shower, then off to Gymboree art class. Left art class early to go to Nordstrom to pick up my dress, to GapKids to pick up Hayden's pants, to Origins for Nicole's birthday present. Then, picked up my sister and went to tanning salon (those damn tan bikini top tan lines will not be undone!), then to Target, Henrys and Vons in "The Quest to Find all Ingredients in Chef Reid's Menu Selections for Party." I was mostly successful. Out of about 150 items, the only things I couldn't get were packages of "almost transparent" rice paper, and I came up a half pound short of shitake mushrooms (cleaned out Henry's and Vons), and a half pint of heavy cream MIA (lost it somewhere between the store and home). Did I mention I did all of the above with a two and a half year old in tow? The kid is a champ when it comes to marathon days of errand running. We didn't get home until 5:30 pm.

This week is so incredibly busy, it's like being in a hurricane. I've barely done any job-related work and I don't see how I'll fit any in at all this week. Oh well - it's all about the party now. Really, it's no wonder I have been married ten years. It's easy if you happen to have the best husband in the world. How many men in the world would volunteer to do things like buy my makeup at MAC, take my jewelry to Old Town for cleaning, search the mall for me for an entire outfit from a magazine picture (entire outfit, even shoes!), or drop my dress off for pressing? He's also picking up the flowers Friday and consulting with the floral designers as to what type of white flower will be the best to wear in my hair. I think that should just be my toast. That says it all.