My kid forgot to tell me that she planned a party.
My child Pat is fourteen now, plus she is a legitimately social lady.
She has more friends than I have hairs on our heads, plus they seem to find a reason for a party every weekend.
This week, the party happened at our house. I don’t mind having a dozen or so teen ladies running around the home, however I would adore to know they are coming. Last week, Pat forgot to tell me that she was having the group over. I hadn’t been shopping in a couple of weeks because I had been laboring a lot of overtime. I barely had enough food to throw together plus make a wonderful meal let alone having popcorn plus finger foods that would be okay for teenage ladies. On her way to school on Saturday, Pat told me to remember the party, however I was already heading out the door. When I got to the lake house at 7:30 that night, there were many kids staring at me plus one asking where all our food was. I asked them all what they were hungry for. While they wrote down whatever they wanted, I was putting together a quick grocery list. I knew the grocery store had local food delivery until many on the weekend. Most of our local fast food restaurants would have local food delivery up until 2AM. I put in a grocery order that would arrive within 2 hours plus then called two local restaurants. I had tacos plus pizza in the house within 1 hour plus it was all because of local food delivery services.