The Life of the Party

Today we threw a BBQ party at our house for Mr. Rogue’s birthday and as always it is an eventful evening. I think lately my most favourite thing about our parties aside from the high of being a hostess is the fact that Ms. Rambo is a walking giggle box. She always makes me laugh and for some odd reason lately she has been causing a bit of a ruckus at our parties, much to her embarrassment and our amusement.

Today Ms. Rambo ended up imbibing a little too much liquor and instead of running into the house and potentially not making it to the bathroom she instead ran to the side of our property and in front of most of the guests proceeded to empty her stomach. Now at least it was evening so we could not SEE it happening, but the noises, I will never forget the noises. Well the noises AND the fact that my dog was super interested in that spot for days.

Then there was the time when Ms. Rambo went in to congratulate Mr. Fruit on his upcoming marriage. A marriage that no one knew about at work, a marriage that I forgot to tell Ms. Rambo to keep secret, a marriage she congratulated him for surrounded by his coworkers. I will take most of the blame for that one though.

Then there was the time when we had everyone over for a BBQ and my friend brought her 3 year old kid. I went inside to get something or another and when I came out my phone was not working, in fact it looked broken? I turned to the person closest to me which happened to be Mrs. Rambo and I guess because things always seem to happen to her at my house and because she was not going to be taking the blame for this incident she immediately says ‘I did not do it, the baby did it’ and points to the child. To this day we still quote it. ‘Dude it wasn’t me, the baby did it.’

Then there was the time when I made Indian food and invited the Rambo’s over to share. I was serving the meal when Mr. Fruit inquired why I had not made rice with a meal that very obviously ‘SHOULD’ have rice served. I must have looked at him oddly because he then stated that Mrs. Rambo had asked for rice and as my gaze swept to her confused look I knew that she had not asked for rice and that Mr. Fruit was FRUITY.

The Rambo’s are the best and I hope they bring lots more stories to my life.