Too creative for my own stinking good.

The owl birthday party is coming along nicely, if I do say so myself.

After a double-tall latte at Starbucks this morning, my mom and I were off and running to Toys R Us, Target, and Michaels, all in search of the things I needed to complete Zoey's birthday party plans. The picture on the left shows the treat bag we designed nearly completely from the dollar rack at Target, as well as the owl-adorned muffin cup liners that we'll use to hold two of Zoey's favorite snacks--mandarin orange slices and Goldfish crackers--at the party table. On the right, you can see the special "owl crown" I designed. Apparently this is THE new fashion statement, as I can hear Zoey protesting (loudly) in her bedroom as Bryan tries to convince her to take OFF the crown before bed. (By the sounds of it, I'd say Zoey might be winning that argument.)

So, the reminder I'm needing right now is this: WHY am I in the nursing profession, when I am so clearly cut out to design things like owl-themed parties for two year olds?