My Wheat grass Nightmare

So my sisters and I love throwing parties. Literally the moment someone has a big event in their life announced, my first thought is party theme: 
Basic conversation example.
"You're engaged?!? So exciting! What kind of bridal shower do you want?!" 
​Yep. I'm annoying. It's a problem.

This obsession also makes me a weirdo control freak about parties. Like I struggle giving up control of crafting assignments. Like my house looks like a bomb went off leading up to and following every party. Like my fingers have the prints burned off from hot glue gun burns. Like I said, it's a problem.

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After this party, my husband, Brennan, accused my sisters and I of needing to throw "Gatsby level" parties. What can I say? We like glitter and are a bit over the top.

Since we are a little bit party obsessed, as sisters we often fuel each others' crazy idea trains. One of my sisters had grown wheat grass for a party  in the past. She said it was super easy and that I should give it a shot. I went ahead and bought my wheat grass seeds online and planted them and let them sit in the garage covered with sopping wet paper towels. Feeling like I was on an episode of Breaking Bad, doing a weird science experiment, waiting for them to sprout, I had to punch myself in the face a few times for not putting this higher up on the party to do list. After they sprouted I put them in the sun and started praying that they would sprout and grow. 

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They didn't. The morning of the baby shower, I had no wheat grass and an empty box. 
So what was I to do. But go to Sprouts. A crazy pregnant woman. Buying $50 of wheat grass. When I had put so much love and dedication into my stupid seeds. The party turned out absolutely adorable! And my family still talks about how committed of part planners we once were! I can't say I've had the time to watercolor labels for food lately!