When we moved to Indiana, the first person we met was an interesting and delightful woman named Brenda.
She was also the queen of parties.
(work) parties, that is. That would be emphasis on the party with a silent work included.
Brenda wanted all the dead bugs in her scary basement removed?
She would host a "Survivor Premeier" party. Watching Survivor together complete with challenges during the commercials. Challenges like how many dead bugs can your team scoop up in 3 minutes.
Brenda wanted her piano that no longer worked broken into manageable pieces?
Introducing "Piano smashing Party" - complete with ebony and ivory deserts and a sledge hammer.
We do not have her creativity, perhaps, but we are learning her tactics.
A few years ago we got a few energetic college kids to rake our whole yard after telling them "we'd love to play Settlers, but the yard has to be raked first". I think we also gave them food.
So tonight we called some friends to help us move all the decking materials into the back yard. We offered icecream and a chance to use a (caulk) gun. Emphasis on the gun with a silent caulk included.
And they came.
And we got it done.
(thanks, guys! I also love them because they read my blog)
Are you for creating (work) parties? or against them?
What is the most horrendous job you convinced your friends to help you with?