Brunch

Today we brunched! We brunched like we meant it. And the exciting part of the whole brunch business was that I offered to host this brunch at 10:30 last night while holding my sweaty- so- exhausted- because- she- danced- her- pants- off (literally, right off) at- the- wedding- sleeping 3 year old. I was TIRED! When it was time to go home, my friends (who live far away and had travelled great distances to attend said wedding who I also almost never get to see) stood around debating the merits of one brunch place after another. Did I mention I was TIRED!? Because I couldn't bear one more moment of holding my 700 pound child and because the thought of standing in line for many hours to get into a loud restaurant where I would just spend all my time trying to talk my girls into coloring or participating appropriately in the conversations that they did not understand and I wouldn't actually get to visit with ALL the friends . . . for all of these reasons, plus I was TIRED! I offered to host brunch. A mere 12 hours from then. All 12 of which I planned to spend sleeping. 

Let the half ass homemaking commence! Woot woot!

We had a perfectly lovely time. I did not iron napkins. Does anyone actually do that?! I didn't make the yummy sounding breakfast bars that I had googled a recipe for at 11pm. I did provide clean champagne flutes and clean coffee cups and some mostly clean cutlery. And, I visited with ALL the friends and we even had mostly delicious and respectable food. 

If you're interested in the recipes for said food. Check out the recipe tab.