Living La Creek Life
Don't we all agree we should have at least one friend with a boat? And a friend with a horse too?
I, for sure, don't want to buy or maintain a boat or a horse, but I'll bring the beer if you invite me to ride along on either creature.
I do believe we are teaching Maria that a girl must have at least one friend with a wide creek and even better: That this friend have a room full of dress-up clothes and a mother who spends two days icing a Scooby cake.
Today was a pre-schooler's version of the all-nighter: A birthday party that went from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m.
We got Scooby Doo live and in person, a pinata, creek play, trampoline bouncing, swings in trees, fairy wings, shiny shoes and sugar. Need I mention sugar? Nirvana in a tutu. (But damn the fabulous birthday girl's fabulous mother who will make misery for me come November when I will not be able to get away with sticking a candle in a cupcake and there ya go, Feliz Cumpleanos!)
Anyway, in the great tradition of all-nighters -- someone got messed up. In our case, it was a tree-sized splinter to the bottom of a foot. (Hey, it isn't a party until someone breaks out the Neosporin!)
I do not know where you were today. I hope it was a good place. Though I would bet it was not better than where I was.
