And so I tried to skip a birthday party and it didn't work because everyday since the real one (August 3) Jeepers has asked me when his friends were coming over and it got to painful to tell him they weren't. So like the genius that I am, I gave myself 48 hours and whipped a little somethin' together. You know...somethin' little...like 10 wild boys, shooting cap guns,eating pizza, riding bikes and running around like maniacs.
When we were done singing I made everyone who wanted superman ice cream raise their hands and the piercing shrill that went with it may have shattered the glass front door if we didn't stuff their mouths fast enough. I'd say, the "impromptu" party was a HUGE success.
xo - B.M.
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