Yes, that's what I said. We went to a kid's 5th b'day party and it was awesome. This is remarkable which you'd already know if you had kids.
Said party was at a bowling alley-- fun music, hysterically bad bowlers under 4 feet, and some of my best friends on Earth were there. El Freddo danced with me (for those of you not at the wedding, Fred is an incredible swing lead). At the end, he dipped me, whereupon I grabbed my wig and shouted, "hold on to the hair!"
I'll see if I can't get some pix off the camera, but retarded girl here put them on the hard drive instead of the card and I can't find my cable anywhere. (I usually use a card reader.) It's SO difficult being me....
Late breaking news: while getting into her swimsuit to play with the party favor from the birthday party (a squirt gun; thanks, Sherry...), a certain little person fell off her bed while standing on it. Not surprisingly, she got a HUGE bruise on her arm and had NO desire to put on a shirt (after much, much, cuddling and consoling, of course).
So...mama has plenty of scarves, right? Bali Hai, anyone? (And yes, El Freddo is letting her draw "tattoos" on his arms in red and blue ink. At least it's in patriotic colors...)