Noah's Party

Ok so it's done and over with. I was awake at 7 AM this morning waiting for his mattress. It didn't show up until about 10:30. I called them yesterday to see when they would be delivering it and all they would tell me was 'Tomorrow morning ma'am.'. So I woke up this morning bright and early to wait on it... ugh... Remind me to never do that again. Then I assembled his party favor box thingys and decorated the house. All day long I have just been dragging ass. Finally 12:30 rolled around and William got off work and headed to pick up the balloons and the cake.

The cake... what a story. I commend my husband on picking out an Elmo cake, I didn't ask him to do that. But when he asked the lady to write on it and then decorate it with Elmo stuff, she simply looked at him and with her yankee attitude, mixed with 'washingtonian', told him, 'It isn't going to happen.'. When he asked her why not, she told him that it was because she got off in 30 MINUTES! Needless to say she did the cake but only after William got an attitude with her. He handed her an already decorated cake (which is what I asked him to go and buy) and told the lady to just stick the Elmo stuff on it and write, 'Happy Birthday Noah'. You can tell she wasn't happy about doing it by the way it looks. I was upset to see the cake was shitty looking, but it tasted soo good. NEVER EVER GO TO THE SAFEWAY IN SILVERDALE, WASHINGTON.

And other than one of the families flaking out on us for his party everything turned out pretty good. Our normal friends showed up, plus a guy William works with, his family. They are... well a little different. He reminds me of William. She is definatly the crafty, bakey, type. I am trying to be. But I honestly don't know how much longer I can keep pretending to be this, 'I love the Navy, I love the ship, BLAH BLAH BLAH'... I can't keep this plastered smile forever. It's actually starting to hurt my jaw.