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Phew

I'm pooped. The party was a success, and now I'm left with a bit of clean up. But we're pacing ourselves and will recuperate at the lake. I'll have pictures later, but for now, I prefer to put my feet up and nibble on leftover goat cheese and cucumber sandwiches...and lime curd tarts...and cake.

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Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
he he what a FABulous photo! who is it?

Glad the party went well.
11:04 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Did you shed some tears Robyn? It's an emotional time for parents and bitter sweet as the tarts you will be eating.
1:26 PM
Alifan said…
Well done Robyn.... that could be a picture of me!!!!!!!!!!!
1:42 PM
dive said…
Whew indeed, Robyn!
You deserve a break, so make sure you get to enjoy it and don't end up running around cooking and cleaning for everyone out at the lake.
2:22 PM
Mrs. G. said…
I love that photo...I hope you are really putting up your feet and taking it easy.
8:33 PM
savannah said…
well done, sugar! you absolutely deserve a rest! xoxo
9:34 PM
Lulubelle B said…
Too funny! Love the photo.
9:59 PM
MmeBenaut said…
Gosh Robyn, that's just about how I feel! I could eat some of those sandwiches and tarts. I think I've had enough cake for now though.
11:12 AM
Anonymous said…
Love the picture! The cucumber sandwiches were awesome, as were the roast beef & bleu cheese ones. I'm sad that I didn't take any dessert because we had to leave :( I should have had a "to go" bag. HAHA!!!
PF
11:42 AM
Carolyn said…
Hello my friend ~
It's a different time and place for us...but heard the party was a huge and wonderful success...just the way you planned for your beautiful daughter and friend! Don't we just love those girls!!
Love you ~
C
3:38 PM
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