So, I'm a slacker. Sue me.
The big news (since I ran out of gas) was the "Divorce Shower" that my darling friends from Stepford threw me. It was part "shower" and part "housewarming" and part "an excuse to get together for cocktails". It was absolutely amazing. They brought furniture and small appliances. They set me up for a comfortable existence here on my own. I was especially moved by the women who'd been divorced themselves who brought me furniture that they'd been given when they got divorced and moved into their own homes.
My parents came early on Saturday and FIXED my place UP! Dad hung all the drapes and hung the moulding frame that he made (!) for my bathroom. My mother brought all the comforts of home with enough OXO kitchen tools and gadgets to make Rachel Ray jealous (because clearly nothing actually produced in my kitchen ever will). And the soft goods...oh, the soft goods. The towels, the rugs, the hot pads. The woman knows how to shop for a new home.
The princesses also got gifts at the party. Lots of games and art supplies (and their nana brought them each a hamper for their rooms).