Impossible is a typoRunning my pants off and loving myself along the way

And FatGirl says: You’ve got to be freaking kidding me? You want ME to host a party? For a client? OMG no one is going to show up. I’ll be standing there, woofing down the brownies and cocktail shrimp and no one will be there. I have no friends and who in their right minds is going to come to a FASHION party hosted by a Fat Girl??? What drugs are you on? Seriously, this is so not going to work. I’m not social. No body likes me? OMG WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR?????

At least the "What am I going to wear?" question was solved.

And that’s what happens when a crazy fat girl tries to plan a party. But thankfully I was saved by cooler heads and my inner FabGirl got to come out and play.

Thanks to Gwynnie Bee for throwing a really fantastic party, thanks to my friends who came and enjoyed the night. I’m actually excited for the next one! Stay tuned!

You know it's a good party when the house pup is pooped