My son decided he wanted a Minions party for his birthday.
I, of course, said sure– how hard could it be?
Someone really needs to slap me out of my dream world sometimes.
These guys were tough to make!
Oh, and did I forget to mention that I had to do all this with a broken finger?
Yes, I broke my finger 13 days ago playing basketball with my son…
As much as I hate to have a broken finger, at least I can say I have a “sports injury.”
I mean, what if I had broken it while washing dishes or something? Pretty embarrassing.
But catching a basketball? Yeah, I’m cool. :)
You do think I’m cool, don’t you?
Umm, ok, maybe when you see the rest of the Minion stuff I did with a broken finger in my next post…