Sunday, January 23, 2011

No Cooking Involved

I realized, as I was setting the table for Brian's HOPy Birthday dinner, that for the first time in the history of having people over for dinner I wasn't cooking anything.  No burners were touched for this beer-cheese-brat-Smurf bash. 

Why Smurfs, you ask?  I don't really know.  All I know is that my now thirty-eight-year-old friend was lamenting that his childhood collection of Smurfs had been dropped off at Goodwill by his mom.  That was enough to spawn a Smurf-themed party.  And I couldn't resist this little guy - a Smurf with a stein.  What do you think his name is?  Tipsy Smurf?!?

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