April 8th, 2006



White Russians are dangerous. :)

Boy, my kids SCORED at their party. I'm glad I only got them one gift each because they had _22_!!!! kids show up for the party, each with a gift for each of them. We didn't do gifts at the party, but rather did pizza, games, cake and then packed everything up to come home.

Since it was actually MY birthday instead of theirs, our friends came home with us, and Brett and Angela, and their kids, stayed late and we drank and had a good time. This kids fed the geckos. Brett and Scott smoked cigars on the back patio. Ang and I went out on the back patio to swing and talk. I drank too much. We ate too much leftover cake.

There are TOO MANY new toys in this house. I told everyone that asked that Michael likes robots and cars, Matthew likes dinosaurs and robots (especially Transformers). We ended up with a TON of dinosaurs, robots, remote controlled cars, airplanes, rockets, etc. Good GRIEF it's like Christmas here.

What did I get? A diamond brooch. A swing for the back patio. Those things are great. I don't expect presents like a five-year-old. I just wanted rollerblades that fit, and I'll get them myself next week.

Three more weeks until Ang and Brett's house is done, and we'll break in the hot tub.

I'm looking at my beautiful balloons from georgiaskydiver, and watching the Surreal Life.

Ok. Good night. Three 24 oz. White Russians can be more dangerous than you think. I'm glad I get to sleep in tomorrow.