My beautiful little boy is three years old. He’s been bouncing off the walls for the last week! Last night he told me, “I’m so excited! I can’t sleep!”

And thanks to Auntie Lydia, he’s having a “Toy Story” themed party. Zora, his nanny, and all her nanny friends scoured NYC and CT looking for everything Toy Story related. They even managed to find Buzz and Woody costumes and people to wear them. Did you really expect me to don a costume?

Surely you didn’t. I plan on locking myself in my bedroom until the costumed freaks have left the premises. It all goes back to my fear of clowns.

Greg wanted to crank up the grill but we ended getting it catered because of the large number of people coming. The family alone is crazy, but toss in our friends and Zora’s nanny friends…PLEASE!! Greg kicked the grilling idea clean out the door.

It's now 5:14am and I’m waiting for the furniture delivery guys to show up with our new sofa…as BC poured bleach on the other one earlier this week. Sadly, the old one was the guys' favorite. Seriously this sofa was given a Soldiers' burial. My guys are in mourning. To add insult to injury, BC kept asking Greg if the new sofa was going to be here in time for his birthday.

Now, for those who know Greg can guess his reaction, but for the newbies here are your choices:

A) Went through the F*ing roof!
B) Went upstairs to meditate. *fists clinched*
C) Made a smartass remark, grabbed his gun and went outside to shoot something.
D) Hit the bottle to numb the pain.
E) Calmly explained to BC that what he did was wrong, but he’d make sure the new sofa arrived on time.

Take your time. We’ll come back to you.


The only thing left to do is pick up the cake. The big freakin’ cake! Bonnie from Great Cakes is my go-to gal. She’s a sister who owns a small bakery in Westport (snobs). She designed a special cake for BC at the last minute. Didn’t I tell you BC was a flirt?


Well, I have to run. The van is here. Chat later!!

**Update**
"B" was the correct answer. Calmly explaining didn't happen until this morning. Poor Greg couldn't think straight.