Y’all there was a shindig with orange things at the house this past weekend. I’d have invited y’all, but the place was sold out! For serious! Corbin turned 5 last week, so of course we had to have an orange shindig (his favorite color). Before I go any further… who wants to explain to me where in the cream of crockpot stew the word, shindig came from? What a stupid word… it’s basically saying I dug my shin and that sounds real painful-like… not some happening par-tay from Texas.
There was a cake… which was not made by me which means it didn’t have mushed up black beans and/or applesauce… but it also meant that the frosting was neat and orderly and you could read the writing on the top of it.
There were also presents and a lot of sugar…
Has anyone read the Skippy Jon Jones books? So adoradable… even if you’re 25 (coughcoughLIKEMEcoughcough… stop it).
There was also an intense game of shoot the camera… note to self… buy a tripod.
But the best present of all said no younger sibling ever… a big sister… and I say that because I was the big sister!
But he really does shin-dig his sister! Happy 5th Birthday Shindig, Corbin!
Question of the Day: What’s your favorite birthday cake flavor/frosting combination? Shindig it up!