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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.

Comments

he he what a FABulous photo! who is it?

Glad the party went well.
Did you shed some tears Robyn? It's an emotional time for parents and bitter sweet as the tarts you will be eating.
Alifan said…
Well done Robyn.... that could be a picture of me!!!!!!!!!!!
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.
Mrs. G. said…
I love that photo...I hope you are really putting up your feet and taking it easy.
savannah said…
well done, sugar! you absolutely deserve a rest! xoxo
Lulubelle B said…
Too funny! Love the photo.
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.
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
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

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