These are all of the things my friend and I got and made for the party!
I am pooped.
Yesterday I threw a Pure Romance party.
My husband left to go hunting at like 05:30 so I was all on my own to clean. (I told him to go btw) Once I got up yesterday morning at 07:45, I was constantly cleaning and getting things ready for the party. Luckily, my friend(the one who was staying with us) came over at like 11:00 to help. So, cleaning was easier with an awake, constantly moving child.
I made two penis cakes, rasberry lemonade punch, we had penis suckers, penis candy, penis sprinkles, naughty plates, penis confetti, and straws with penis’ on them. It was a lot of fun setting everything up. Only six ladies showed up, but it was a lot of fun. They all loved the decor for that party. All together, those six ladies spent at least $500 so I got $50 worth of free stuff of my choosing plus 35% off a product for hosting.
The party was supposed to start at 15:00 but we chatted for a half hour and we didn’t actually start until 15:30. It got over around 17:00. Doesn’t even seem like it was that long. Even after that, I still didn’t get to sit because my daughter was awake and man, can she move. It wasn’t until 20:30 that I got to sit down, eat some food(for the first time), and relax.
Never in my life would I have imagined going to a Pure Romance party let alone throw a party because I’m such a modest person with that kind of stuff, but I’m glad I did. (I’m going to put pictures up of the decor soon. It’s too great not to share!)
<3 (Taken with instagram)
I actually, believe it or not, agree with this. It’s comforting to know that if I wanted to branch out and do something on my own, I could, but I’ve always liked the idea of a man being the head of the house and doing everything I can to help him out while he works, etc.
Not bashing feminism. Not saying I’d like to be my husband’s bitch, because that’s far from the truth.
I just like the idea.
I was raised that the man is the head of the house, and as long as that is not abused, then I’m fine with it. And if your husband cared, he wouldn’t make you “his bitch” you guys would respect each other. I make my husband lunch and dinner whenever he’s hungry. I was raised that a wife should support her husband. I love making him meals and I like spoiling him when he comes home from work. And he doesn’t abuse that. I’m not his maid, nor am I his servant, and he knows that.
(Source: the-unpopular-opinions)
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