Party Girl

Satan is the caterer of pity parties. (from Debbie Alsdorf as told by Lorri Steer, Design 4 Living Conference)

That quote made me think of parties. I like parties. I like the controlled chaos, the conversations, the food and refreshments, the social gathering of people known and unknown. My husband and I throw an annual summer bash and cram a whole lot of people into our small house, thanks to the spillover into both the front and back yards. We look forward to seeing our diverse group of friends meet and mingle. The guests cater the food, since the invitation asks that everyone bring a dish and a smile.

Hmmm, a party catered by Satan. Deviled eggs anyone? Humor aside, he does love to entice us with lots of tasty dishes when we throw a pity party. I can see the menu now: it's-not-my-fault, I-can't-help-it-I-was-born-this-way, my-parents-didn't-go-to-my-soccer-games-when-I-was-growing-up, the-family-pet-licked-my-brother's-hand-but-just-bit-mine, I-don't-deserve-an-ill-fated-medical-diagnosis, her-house-is-bigger-than-mine, she's-cute-and-I'm-not. Frankly, they might taste good going down the first or even second time, but after awhile, this gunk is going to muck up your digestive system and give you heartburn.