My idea was a Surprise Party for Boss Man. A Top Shot Birthday Party complete with rifle, pistol and
knife-throwing competitions. Soon, I realized my..umh…ignorance….this “know-it-all” doesn’t know it all.
I had to call in back-up. Enter Boss Man’s friend, Power-Strokin (that is a golfing nickname.) Power-Strokin began rattling off ideas and guns and ammo and targets and explosions and… and… I realized that I am the coolest wife EV-ER!
Then my mind began to waver….I do not know what language he is speaking. Boss Man should be doing this.
But…I love pulling off surprises…Anything He can do, I can do better…maybe..probably not. What do I know about artillery?
But, it was MY idea and his birthday….so I called up the men in his life and asked them to assemble at the Farm after church while Boss Man fed cattle and reminded them that it was a surprise.
Guns were gathered.
Targets were prepared.
Ammo was purchased.
Pippi and I made Boss Man’s Cake. (I am not a talented cake decorator…BUT I did design this myself….Those super fancy party blogs have yet to design a Top Shot Birthday theme for me to emulate.)
And the Surprise Top Shot Party began with a BANG!
The Men were impressed with the set up of the shooting stations. It did look better than I thought–though I will color coordinated the barrels and targets next time. Everything was perfect–guns, ammo, target, cake, ice cream, pink candle–gotta love having a four year old daughter……
Boss Man was not surprised…and who let the cat out of the bag?…WHO let their tongue slip? WHO spilled the beans?
ME! Come on, I had two parties to plan this week and sick girls to Mother–I know when I have my back to the wall…hands-up I surrender to the men with guns….Boss Man had a blast…get it BLAST! He took care of his own surprise party when I admitted my defeat…. and I was too lazy to call the guests back and inform them–at least they were surprised that Boss Man hosting his own Surprise Party!
Happy Birthday Boss Man!
P.S. Boss Man did not win the competition…his bald-headed cousin used the sun glare reflecting off his smooth skinned noggin to see the targets better…I am just saying he could have secret Bald Man Shooting Skills.
And I will leave you with images of the tasty summer sausage Boss Man’s Uncle (Bald Man’s Dad) supplied for the men..And, yes, I did take more shots of the food than the guns and ammo…A kitchen shot…
The gun toting carnivores in the back ground do not need to know about the tiny bite…bites…mouthfuls….small meal…I inhaled before carrying the tray to shooting area.
Summer Sasuage + Swing Set=Summer Smiles…well let’s be honest I only need the cheese to crack a smile…not exaclty a smile but an open mouth….you know …to stuff the cheese in as fast as possible so that Boss Man does not see how much I am eating…He likes to keep his eye on my food intake…well cheese intake…so he can take cover….I have silent but deadly…ummh….uhh…shooting skills…..Did I just type that? I know you won’t tell anyone.