Can I interest you in some Shame Pain?

Aliya and I just hit the sack after finishing the preparations for the Pathways brunch tomorrow (actually, today!).  I’m beat, but this photo cracked me up so I had to post it.  Aliya overheard me talking on the phone to a friend who will remain nameless.  The friend said that she couldn’t have any champagne tomorrow because she embarrassed herself after drinking sangria at the candle party.  Aliya asked me what she did to embarrass herself and I said that maybe she just acted a little silly.  Aliya responded, “Yeah, a lot of your friends act like that sometimes.”

She was very interested in what was going into the pitchers and why one had a red ribbon around it.  Apparently she didn’t think the tags I hung on the handles were sufficient, because I noticed that she added her own labels.  At first I thought the purple one was some sort of judgmental commentary on the consumption of alcoholic beverages before noon on Sunday, but then I realized that she just hasn’t mastered wine list spelling yet.  She was so helpful tonight though…she has actually gotten to the point where she can be an extra pair of hands for me when I’m cooking, and she’s pretty willing to help clean up and get organized.

So if you’re in the neighborhood tomorrow morning and want some “Shame Pain,” stop by.  I will warn you though…some of the other family members don’t share Aliya’s organizational talents, so open closets and doors at your own risk.

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Aliya’s all ready to collect the gifts and distribute the Partylite orders:

If you weren’t convinced that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, here’s Aliya’s schedule of what to wear last week, which she coordinated with Hannah:

When I finished cooking and cleaning up I dragged myself upstairs and found this in Norah’s room.  Ugh.