For starters, my son, my wonderful son, used some of the money he received for HIS birthday and surprised his mommy with this:
How wonderful is that? Just when I'm ready to throw him back in the water, he does something that makes me say, "Ok, you can still live in the house" because now that he's 18 and an Adult, we can legally tell him "Don't let the door hit ya on your way out!" if he screws up. Which he won't do because he really is a great kid. I do love my little boy. He drives me nuts sometimes but I love him to pieces.
So, my friend Bubbles calls me up on Friday to tell me that if I'm not doing anything on Sunday (yesterday) around 3:00pm, I might want to mosey on over to my sister's house.
So I get to the house and there's balloons everywhere which make for a party atmosphere. We're having a lovely visit, talking Girl Talk, ok actually, we were talking Middle Age Menopause Talk but hey, it's the camaraderie that counts.
And then, something happens beyond my wildest dreams. Bubbles, my friend Bubbles, who reads my blog and knows how to shut me up when I'm kvetching, produces my birthday gift. A pinata!!! I think I squealed. In fact, I'm pretty sure I did.
We head outside for the pinata bashing
and of course I
and finally Thing 2 struck a mortal blow (she is an Official Pinata Breaker and is available for Children's parties)
and candy went flying everywhere, thus setting off a mad scramble for the candy
And it was Good Candy, too! None of that cheap, icky hard candy that nobody wants. There was Reeses Peanut Butter Cups, Kit Kats, Nerds, ropes of bubblegum, Skittles, Smarties, etc.
After the massacre of Jorge, we went back in the house where we marveled over my birthday cake, lovingly baked by Thing 2 with my BIL adding the inscription
We played an impromptu game of batting a balloon around and the rule was it couldn't hit the floor. Even Coco
joined in the fun. The balloon would float down toward her and she'd hit it up with her nose to continue the fun. However, Coco was the first to let the balloon hit the floor so she was out and she was not happy about being the first one out of the game. She's not a Gracious Loser, is Coco.
All in all, it was the best birthday party I've ever had and now I can stop carping AND kvetching about never having had a birthday party. I can put it in a bubble and blow it away.
"Happy Kelly Birthday"