2/12/07
Swiss Cheese for Brains
Everyone who knows me knows I have a horrible, horrible memory. I am not even 30, but I am convinced that by 40 I'll no longer remember where I live.
In recounting Micci's birthday party I forgot to actually talk about what happened at his party. Sigh, why do I even blog if I can't tell a story?? So he's the story.
<>p>We arrived at Mr. Gatti's really early....just to make sure we weren't late--because that happens A LOT--just so happened everyone else was late. That's okay--because they showed up and Mic had kids, actual kids at his party. Everyone, employees and party goers alike, admired the cake I made. I don't have pictures of it right now because I can't remember where i put my camera and so we had to use some disposables we have laying around. We stuffed our selves with pizza and buffet items (me salad and tons of baked potatoes) And our party planner entertained the kids, which made the 150 dollar expenditure totally worth it. Mic was so excited that he learned out to play Hot Potato.
So excited in fact that when it came to blowing out his candles and making the wish....we had to do it three times. First immediately after lit the candles, Lorelei blew them out, because she hates fire and is afraid of birthday candles. Second in the midst of singing, "Happy Birthday" and then third and finally when we actually let go of his mouth so he could blow out the candles and make his wish.
I forgot that Lorelei is afraid of birthday candles. Bad, because she totally and memorably freaked out on her birthday. We're not totally sure why fire frightens her so, she's never been burned by fire or been close or been in a frightening candle situation.
I bought Micci a balloon bouquet for HEB before the party (a Thomas Mylar and 4 latex balloons), they were weighed down with Safety-Pops but they proved to tempting a weight for Lorelei. Luckily one of the tall young men that worked there was able to get the balloons back to me--the A/C current had pushed the bunch to the jungle gym so the young man was able to climb on top to rescue my balloons.
Stupid me, also already finished the book I got yesterday at Half Price Books--so I have nothing to read when I am unable to knit, i.e on the Loo or while eating. Instead, I read all morning...when I could have been knitting. Someday I'll figure out how to knit and eat; knit and do dishes. Life would be perfect.
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