Someone remind me of this when I get pregnant:
Baby showers suck.
They are boring for every attendee that is not pregnant.
Baby showers should not be as dry as a Baptist wedding, and they should not be held in church basements.
(Okay, some showers need to be in church basements. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. The shower the church ladies throw me will be in a church basement. And I’m sure it will be dry. Alcohol in church is a no-no in the Bible Belt of Michigan. But the shower that involves my friends? Not in a church basement… and definitely not dry.)
When I have a baby shower, I will make it fun for the attendees.
Happy Hour Baby Shower.
It’s perfect. It gives a very clear time frame, includes alcohol, and promises to be held in a location that’s got more to look at than a felt Noah’s ark and popsicle-stick-and-macaroni resurrection scenes glue-sticked onto construction paper.
And I will drink something fruity with an umbrella. Virgin, of course.
This is happening.
Just you wait.
Now all I need is the pregnancy.
Let’s get working on that, eh?
Aaaaaaaaaaaand… GO!