The Mistress thought it to be neighborly and invite the women from the Alcoholics Anonymous chapter over for a few tarts for a casual Sunday at the Casa du Borghese, but before you knew it a few fell off the wagon and it got out of control!
And my newest houseboy already locked himself out! Poor thing.
Once they bring out the ostriches, it can only go downhill from there.
ReplyDeleteFor shame, losing track of such a tender morsel.
ReplyDeleteBest be careful love or someone will just scoop that sweet thing right on up ;)
AHA! So that was NOT a dream.
ReplyDeleteI think I may have been at that party, but I'm not sure...
ReplyDeleteYou my dear are a bad influence knocking those old drunks off the wagon! Love your pictures as usual!
ReplyDeleteThats a shame he got locked out. I should give him a "lift"!
ReplyDeleteMistress, are you dropping acid out there or what?
ReplyDeleteWhat the hell did you give them girl! Years of soberity gone! And the poor houseboy getting locked out. Once again a game of hide and seek with the other houseboys has gone sadly awry!
ReplyDeleteI love when you do these posts, they make me chukle. And makes me wonder if they really go on.... and the houseboy, why cant he remember the the key is under the welcome mat!
ReplyDeleteFUN TIME FOR EVER ! THAT IS ONE OF THE THING I APPRECIATE WITH PICURES.
ReplyDeleteFabulous, fabulous party! I'll drink to that! but I'll drink to anything. Cheers! I call the ostrich ride first- next time.
ReplyDeleteThis explains that odd feeling of merriment I've felt all day! And the stories those ladies will have to tell.
ReplyDeleteLMAO! Yes, sometimes even the best of intentions can go awry -but it looks like the gals had the Time of Their Lives! Tell me; was the boy locked out -or perhaps bound and forgotten? ... never-mind -that's quite IMPOSSIBLE to even comprehend! ...wink!
ReplyDeleteYup, it's Sunday alright!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a blast! I have a very religious woman next door who I think may secretly be waiting for a lil' soiree like this.
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