Butterbean Birthday - & Sex Toy Party

What better way to spend your birthday than with your son who just turned 1 five days before you? Here's Butterbean Henry hanging out in the park with me on the day of my birth.  
On the day of my birth... doesn't that phrase make you want to pull Keira Knightley's hair? 

Here's Butterbean Henry! 
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Following my hang with Butterbean Henry I went home to get ready for my birthday party.  

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I thought it'd be hilarious to have a Tupperware type party.  You know, the kind of party where an overly enthusiastic host is selling her wares and everyone ends up buying a set of plastic they'll probably never use.  Or Ginsu knife parties, you know, the ones where an again overly enthusiastic host gathers all her friends and shows them knives that can slice through rubber gloves and tomatoes (!) effortlessly, and everyone again goes home with a new knife to show off to friends when they slice watermelon. 

Well, my idea was to have a similar style of party only I'd call in a host to sell me and my girlfriends sex toys.  You know, vibes, lube, swings.  Sounds like fun, right? It was like sex-ed in the 6th grade all over again.  No one paid any attention to the instructor.  More than a few of us had snarky comments to make.  And of course, it was the shyest of the bunch that walked away with the most loot. 

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We had a blast!  

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I'm telling you, this is a great way for girlfriends to bond.  The Good Lord knows us girls talk about everything from jobs and boyfriends to babies, marriages and eating habits.  It's all open for discussion and now we've got the toys to talk about.  As they were being passed around I found out my friend's preferences for speed, intensity etc. And that is good to know information, if you ask me. 

During one of our recent hangs, my girlfriends found out that I'd never seen a male stripper before.  They were aghast.  Never?  Yep, never.  So, of course, this guy showed up.  My childhood born-again-suppressed-white-girl-Christian-brain exploded. After 5 minutes, I had to pass him along. 

Look, I can't even look.  I know there's a thong under those briefs and I'm scared.  I'm so scared.  I'm scared of that blue thong he's already given me a peek of. I'm hiding in my phone, looking for an app to save me. 

Hahaha... I did the best I could to go along.  I've had the experience, and one day I'll find a way to get my girlfriends back. 

Here's my friend Morgan and I.  She hosted the party and did an amazing job with food, venue, decorations, and that guy... see?  He's still in the background.  Go away! You scare me!

I love my girlfriends. They sure know how to party.  Unfortunately not all photos are meant for public viewing. Below you'll find some more tamer party pics.

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A huge anonymous white box will be showing up on my doorstep with all my girlfriends' toys prepackaged in brown boxes inside.  Next week will be fun as I drive around dropping off sex toy boxes on their doorsteps.  

Today, I'm going back to my Butterbean Henry and taking him to the park for a swing.

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