Best.Party.Ever

So today we are reminding ourselves of all the super fabulous things we can do since taking pictures of a party is apparently not one of them.  We spent so much time focusing on t-shirts and food labeling and decorations and custom made cookies that we forgot to take pictures.  I'll tell you what the next time we plan a transplant party I am definitely hiring a professional photographer.

It's a darn good thing that John was a match because I'm not quite sure that anyone else but Laura would willingly engage in the ridiculousness that is a transplant party.  Or would be willing to explain to the nice cookie maker lady why we wanted cookies that looked like kidneys.  Go big or go home people.

We ordered cute shirts but didn't get any pictures.  Translation: we didn't get any pictures where we looked good so nobody is going to post that nonsense.  But the shirts were cute.

We did manage to get one picture of the boys in the shirts that they picked out joyfully all by themselves we made them wear.

We ate missing a kidney bean chili, heart stopping double chocolate brownies, a bunch of other things with equally ridiculous and in some cases inappropriate names and probably spent a little too much time at the light up your liver drink bar.  Or maybe that was just me.  And this is why I took no pictures.