Well, I didn’t have to wait till later tonight to let you all know what the heck happened with the surprise party plans we had for my parents. Let’s start with there was a huge argument at my house this afternoon and my dad, being hard headed as he is, refused to go no matter what. We had to tell him the whole deal and how we planned it was a surprise party and all. But still, he refused to go. This honestly made my sisters and I cry in our rooms like fuckin babies because of the fact that we worked so hard to pull this off and all we needed was for him to show up.

His brother (my uncle) even called a hundred times and left messages on the answering machine because my dad didn’t want to pick up the phone. So we were left with no choice but to start calling people and cancelling everything–>not an easy thing to do when you’re balling your eyes out and can’t catch your breath.

So after about an hour and a half, my dad came to our rooms and agreed on going to the party. THANK U GOD!!! Time to call up everyone AGAIN and say it’s back on. *I hate doing shit like that*.

Now, it’s honestly a rush against time, to pickup the cake, balloons, and setup at the restaurant before people start flooding in. Wish us luck!