Black Widow's Valentine's Dinner Party

(Above: Here's the "Widows" look as sad as they can...Don't we just look pitiful? )

Oh and here's the fine print.......
(***Disclaimer—none of us are really widow’s, well except for one, we are just a group of single unattached girlfriends that were looking for something to do for Valentine’s Day. AND this is what we came up with….
--We each come to the party dressed up as a widow.
--We bring a picture, an obit., or story about a factitious husband that passed away.
Oh, and did I mention that this is the second fictitious husband for some of us?)

(Above: This is our "Tough Widow" Look. What do you think?)

Here follows a brief description of the event.....
Oh the Black Widow’s Dinner Party was a great deal of fun, and such a good combo of fun, food,
and company. I had a couple of moments when I was laughing SO hard that it brought tears which seemed fitting for some of the funeral talk that was going around the tables. There was a great deal of variety and clever ideas for what these gals came up with for their fictitious husbands.

(Above: Laura in Agony!--notice the Pillsbury roll necklace and earrings---Homemade!)

Laura’s former hubby was none other than the Pillsbury Dough Boy. The funeral service was held at 350 for 20 minutes. In lieu of “flours” she asked that contributions to the Bakery Fund to provide for the little one that was still in the oven. She even brought a sonogram of the little one who will be called “Play Dough”--- it was Dough Boys last request on his death bed. On the funeral program that she handed out there’s a quote from Psalms 119(I believe)—“At midnight I will rise up and give thanks to Thee…” There were also numerous quotes from Aunt Jemima, Betty Crocker, and other baking celebrities.

(Above: Em in her sadness with Not-So-Good)

Emmey was married to Flat Stanley who died during a paper shredder accident. I myself will admit that I had never heard of Flat Stanley before. But I guess that if you have had children, or been involved in the educating of children in the last 25 years you would have heard of him. He’s a character that has traveled the world and been photoed with famous people, as well as political figures. Emmey said that they quite often would take tours of Office Depots, and other paper places. In fact, she was on a three day tour at an Office Depot in the US when Flat Stanley had his accident in Istanbul. As a last request, Flat Stanley’s headstone was taken a photo of with all of the Black Widows, and the headstone is now on its way to a school room in Ohio. (Rather cool!)

(Above: Not-So-Good with a picture of her dear Eddie.)

Jeanne Not-So-Good —(alias- Eddie’s Belle) came looking like a mafia figured wife. Her former hubby, Eddie, was raised in Marlboro country, and he left behind his three beloved goats--- Pall, Mall, and Gold. Eddie was quite the inhaler, and came down with that rare disease of cancer. She would have stayed longer but she was catching the red eye flight to hook up with Eddie’s brother because she missed the smell of Eddie SO bad (and I think Eddie’s brother smoked the same brand of cigarettes). But for the life of her she always remember smelling that certain waft of Eddie at her best friend’s house and she could not figure out why. (Could it be her Eddie was messing around on the side?)(Did I happen to mention that Eddie’s brother’s name is Benson Hedges?)

(Above: Mary(the Popette) in her regal cardinal red with Not-So-Good)

Mary, the Popette, said goodbye to her hubby ---Claudius Fireend. A quiet man of modest accomplishments whose passing away went unnoticed for four days in the apartment lobby. His main accomplishment to the community was tearing up a concrete sidewalk looking for a nickel that fell from his pocket. The coin was never found, the pavement was replaced, and Claudius convinced the judge that “a nickel, is a nickel, is a nickel.” Oh, and did I mention that his wife’ name was Pandemoniabelle.

(Above: Me with my Biker Chick Award--(Thanks Laura!) and Me with the Wedding Photo)

I was married to a witch doctor/headhunter named--- Vanuattu Yumi Yum Yum. He fell victim to his cannibalistic family who didn’t recognize him and he was eaten. The shock drove his mother, Plat Long Yumi Yum Yum to become a vegetarian, but his father, Stub Rub Yumi Yum Yum, continued to hold true to the ancient cannibalistic lifestyle. Vanuattu held true to his ethnic heritage and always wearing the coconut shells and grass skirt. He did, however, often complain about the “Nor’easter Drafts” up the back of his skirt during those cold winter months. He cured me of being a clown but I did have a slight relapse at the funeral; wearing my black with yellow smiley face clown hat, and I painted tears on to my face because of the sadness I’m still overcoming.

Needless to say it was a VERY fun night that was had by all of us, and I think a successful working through of feelings for all of the sorrowful widows. I will try to send out pictures of the event.