We have a busy schedule today.
We have been invited to a tea party at the Royal House of Queen Bestemor.
So that doesn't leave much time for blogging. Because we have just got to get ready. There is much to do and prepare. (Like three heads of little girl hair, one of which is just wild.)
So, while I cannot write about the tea party (seeing it hasn't happened yet) I will leave you with a blond joke. And you will laugh.
And then you will come back tomorrow to get all the delightful details (and pictures) of our tea party.
Let us commence with the joke. (Which was sent to me from my SIL by the way. Thanks Annie!)
After the game, he asked her how she liked the experience.
'Oh, I really liked it,' she replied, 'especially the cute colors, and all the big muscles, but I just couldn't understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents.'
Dumbfounded, her date asked, 'What do you mean?'
'Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it and then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was:
Get the quarterback!'
*This joke was not meant to offend any intelligent blonds out there. You know who you are. I hope.*