Um, we now have 37 RSVP’s in the affirmative. Did I mention I’m not that great with crowds?
Looks more and more like it’s going to rain buckets. If that happens we’ll have to ditch the tables and just plop everyone into rows of folding chairs crammed around the furniture. What should I do with all the balloons? Do people mind being crammed together like sardines at a party where they don’t all know each other and the age ranges are from 16 to 70+? With no booze? Oh yeah. This is hilarious. Frankly, I think there WILL be a little booze, if only in the hostess and the hostess’ helper. Thank jeebus for Corey, she is an industrial-strength organizer. But she can’t make the house any bigger or control the weather. Hey, internet, you want to come, too? Why not? The more the merrier. 🙂 HAHAHAHAHAHA.
Yep, losin’ it.
I sent this to Andrew. It’s so very bad, but it made me holler near the end.
Interesting, compelling cover photo on the latest Communications of the ACM magazine. Click it and look at it full size.
Also: Happy Thanksgiving! I am up WAY too late, doing food prep. The oven in this new house is very small, I hope the turkey fits. I know nothing else besides the turkey will.
And appropos of nothing in particular, here’s a picture of all the dogs (and Bob) trying out the new dog bed. It was a hit. 🙂
Some helpful tips on child rearing:
Here’s an example, lest you think you need not click due to baby-less-ness:
The first time we taught Leta that she could use her arms to create tidal waves in the tub we were still bathing her in the sink. I’d show her how to hit the water and then encourage her to do the same. It seemed so innocent, a tiny baby splashing in the sink, but by the time she had finished splashing there was an inch of standing water on the hardwood floors in the kitchen and both Jon and I were doused from head to toe. It was funny the first time, but then she wanted to splash every time she took a bath, and why not? WE TAUGHT HER THAT IT WAS OKAY.
Final score: Leta: 1, Parents: disqualified for stupidity.
Leta now feeds the dog at every meal. Any finger food we put on the tray of her highchair she immediately gives to the dog. The first few times this happened we could barely breathe we were laughing so hard because she seemed to think that she was the first person on Earth to ever come up with this concept. Every time she slipped the dog a cheddar goldfish she’d almost quiver in pride, like OH MY GOD I AM GENIUS, THE ANIMAL, HE IS EATING FROM MY HAND. And then she’d look at us like, AHHH? AHHH? DO YOU SEE THIS? I HAVE SOMETHING THE ANIMAL WANTS! AND I AM DRUNK! WITH POWER!
We even videotaped it, and now it can be used against us in a court of law. READ THE REST OF THE STORY HERE at Dooce.Com
It gets more into doggy parenting and has an awfully funny little scene about a dog puking in the middle of the night while the owners stand there freezing in their undies. Yeah, that sounds real funny, doesn’t it? Hmmm.