Today, my mother turns 72.
I'll be sneaking her out of the house under the ruse of a shopping spree
whilst the Minions scurry about executing a carefully orchestrated
Like with leis, beachcomber hats, and tikis.
Tacky tourist glasses with flamingo straws and pina coladas.
Oh, and the first of our Minion Made Centerpieces,
which will have water features and statuary!
Be still my freaked-out heart!
Mom's actually a blast to punk with presents.
Like pearls and diamonds under your plate?
Savannah is the Master of the Wrapping Paper Scam.
This disguise is pure genius.
Why, what could this possibly be?
Papaya tea, anyone?
It's best to give vicious birds of prey a hood to calm them.
Hopefully, it won't attack the shrimp cocktail.
I'm taking her out today to "help me choose fish for my tank."
In reality, the Minions are setting up her new fish tank while we're gone.
After measuring and reading ease of care and weight of the basic tank,
we got this one:
This three gallon model was an easy winner with thick unbreakable walls
and fully self-contained filtration, aeration, and lighting systems.
We got some beautiful river rock for the bottom for a natural feel,
so a really colorful pair of occupants will stand out nicely.
And she'll be choosing them herself unwittingly.
That might top this.
If not, I have lobster ravioli.
Headed for Walmart, Flamingo Road Nursery, Petco, Lowes, and Home Depot.
If not back, avenge death.