Hello, my Creatures.
Yesterday we had 1950s Dad’s birthday party. He’s complaining that he’s an old man now (Which is a complete lie, because we’re both not-so-secretly-12-on-the-inside, and I’m sure there’s a few viewers out there shaking their fists at their monitors), but I think that’s mostly just part of being 1950s Dad.
A good time was had by all. Well, probably with the exception of Harley, who spent most of the evening curled up on the bed, staring warily out into the hallway. I think she has a limit of Five Extra People. We did pretty well for ourselves, as evidenced by the recycle box. It is QUITE full, and, no it is not entirely filled with bottles (there’s a fair amount of Dr. Pepper and Root Beer cans as well. Got to have our sugar rush, after all.)….Though it is mostly filled with bottles. Because we are card-carrying grown-ups (drivers’ licenses and debit cards TOTALLY count.).
Happy Birthday, 1950s Dad, glad it was a good one ^_^
That’s all for now, and as always: Thanks for reading!
