I was falling asleep on the couch at 6pm last night. It kicked my ass. Really, it did. I took photos of the footprints it left, but they were too disturbing to show you. Take my word for it.
It didn't turn out as well as I had hoped. I guess that's what happens when you wait until the very last minute because you're
To be completely honest, the grassed looked like little limp penis or penises or peni - what the hell is the plural of penis? - and I so I gave up on them and went with the balls. What a theme I had! From little limp penises to balls!!
I guess the kids didn't mind. The cake was the hit of the party. And it wasn't because of its yummy Duncan Hines goodness. Or it's wonderful Wilton class icing. Or its flowing river of blue piping gel. You know what it was? It was the damn animals!
(Disclaimer: The camera adds 100 pounds. No, really. It really does.)
It was a great party. The kids - and some of the parents - had fun swimming and busting all of the balloons
I recommend a giant monkey for all birthday parties.
My little man standing next to his great Grandmother. Doesn't he look all grown up?