I am so bloody stressed out for JL's birthday party... this whole thing better be worth it. I bloody need a huge drink to calm my nerves, so this whole pregnancy thing, not working for me right now.
So, just to catch everyone up on the latest plot to ruine the surprise party: The caterers called the house and left a message to say there were no more stuffed bloody mushrooms!!! The message was not flashing when I got home, so presumably somebody listened to it already and I don't think it was Noé. So there you are. I am livid!! (and hormonal, imagine!)
So I just left a message explaining the situation and forwarded the first e-mail message I sent where I explained that it was a surprise party and that they should only contact me at the office. In fact, they only had my office number until recently. They required the home number for delivery purposes on Saturday. God - I'm surrounded by idiots!!!!
So, I was on the phone with Danielle, JL was beside me, so we had this whole conversation about making sushi Saturday night, how it will be so great, blah blah blah.
JL didn't say a word about anything the whole evening. Not a word.
I think I'm going to go into early labour for all of this, for cripes sakes.
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