As a family, we've been trying to think of creative ways to contribute to the Hope For Sudan campaign.
If only we had 25,000,000 pennies in our sofa.
I checked. We don't.
Dave suggested we throw a party for his birthday this year.
In lieu of gifts, guests were to bring donations towards Hope For Sudan.
First I took his temperature.
Then I realized this fundraising effort was serious biz.
Let me try and explain.
He likes _____________________ more than birthday parties for himself.
I'm trying to fill in that blank with something sufficiently terrible and I can't.
Black bean and tomato casseroles?
Extensive dental work?
Traffic on Highway 5?
The Los Angeles Dodgers?
Being the guest of honor is not his favorite.
But our family and friends like to celebrate him.
And he loves helping people more than he hates birthday parties.
It is was an easy opportunity to do our part in this effort.
Because if we're asking you to help.
We better be busy ourselves.
Perfect for feeding people and making them happy when you're asking for lots of skrill.
That was tacky.
But totally true.
The puffs didn't hurt, either.
Our house has never been so full.
In the very best way.
I was praying some fish and loaves action over the enchiladas.
And regretting my puff intake, pre-event.
Thank you to all who came and contributed.
And to those who couldn't come but contributed anyway.
We are overwhelmed at your generosity of heart.
The way you love my husband and our family.
And your willingness to help people you'll likely never meet.
$1,500 added to our effort.
Bringing our grand total so far to $15,499.55
I'm so glad you were born, Dave.
I hope you liked your party.