ACK!!

It's Tim's 20-something-eth birthday and I'm completely unprepared. Somehow, in the next 11 or so hours I've got to

1. Find a recipe for, buy ingredients and prepare Grilled Sirloin with Creamy Blue Cheese Sauce

2. Make a Funfetti Cake

3. Call bowling alley and set up a few lanes.

4. Find a present that tops flying lessons and/or a T-shirt Quilt.

5. Clean the bathroom. No really, that can NOT wait until tomorrow.

6. Do the laundry because I'm out of clean underwear again. Apparently, living with my in-laws makes me act like a teenager.

All this while dragging around two girls who would much rather be in the sandbox.

ACK!

Update:
Sat on the floor to peel potatoes while steak marinated. Deirdre crawled over and CHEWED ON UNCOOKED POTATOES. Contemplated calling someone to see if raw potatoes are bad for babies, but instead watched Lana stick candles onto Daddy's cake in an impressively straight line. Didn't clean bathroom, all loads of laundry but one dry (note to self: the step after the dryer sheet, cleaning out the lint trap, loading the wet clothes in, and setting the dryer is to START THE DRYER). And then we played in the sandbox.

Updated again: And he liked his present.