Birthday Tidbits

Well I should be back at work. Tormenting poor unsuspecting souls. I'm getting a piss poor attitude about the place again but I won't go into it now. Too complicated and slimy to go into now.

I went to the GirlChild's school for her birthday party there. We had those itty bitty Sprites and a huge chocolate chip cookie (it's surprising how big a 16 inch cookie really is) with balloons on it. I like those itty bitty soft drink cans even though you get more for your money with the regular ones. Enough soda for them to feel like they got something but not so much that they'll be totally hyped up on sugar all afternoon. There was enough of the cookie for everyone to have seconds (a really big deal in the life of a third grader). Our little soiree was a hit.

Whenever someone shows up in the GirlChild's class they teacher has them trained to stand up and say "Good Afternoon, Mrs. Whoever is here." I'm sure they are trying to teach them good manners and such but I've got to admit I find it a little creepy.

Have I told you the Husband and I are the "cool parents?" I'm a little unclear how we acquired that titled but I've been told that by several different reliable sources. I'm not sure the GirlChild has gotten the word yet. It might be that she just doesn't fully appreciate it yet. Or it may be the no man is a prophet in his own land. Or something.

Tonight the GranMa is going to bring them back to our house about 7:15 so we can have cake and blow out candles. I'd say we were going to open up gifts, but the Husband let her open all her gifts this morning so we don't have any left. She was psyched about her gifts, particularly the CDs I got her, and this morning might have agreed that I was the cool parent in her class. Hopefully by the time we finish with the cake and any residual gifts she'll be ready for bed. Last night she was so excited by the upcoming festivities that she didn't get to sleep until after 9:30.

I guess I should go back to work. I've finished my high-protein lunch. Hopefully my car doesn't smell like sugar any more.

Ciao,

M&Co.