When Eva was wee, I used to throw the most over-the-top birthday parties for her. I would work on them for about a month. I was a stay-at-home mom at the time with too much imagination and not enough money.
I used to make cakes shaped like Bugs Bunny and Sylvester and The Animaniacs, and one year I spent about three nights making a Magic School Bus birthday card and sent it in to YTV so that Patty and Joe could show it on the air and wish Eva a happy birthday. And they did too!
I held elaborate treasure hunts with little plastic dinosaurs buried in the sandbox, and I would get books out of the library to look up party games. That’s how insane I was.
Then over the years, that fell by the wayside. In fact, the first time I used a cake mix Jerry told me that I never have to bake a cake from scratch again. So I never did. Haha I showed him! Now I just get an ice cream cake from Dairy Queen.
Lately, Eva’s birthdays have been pretty low key. This year, she took over - invited a handful of friends over for pizza and cake. Well, okay I ordered the cake and the pizza and made her agree to balloons (which EVERYBODY played with, thank you mom), but it was her show.
Speaking of the cake, when I went to pick it up on Saturday, it was just hopping at DQ. The young feller behind the counter asked me what was written on the cake, so he could locate it and I had to sheepishly tell him: ”Fear the Wrath of Xoltaar!!!!!” He just got the hugest shit-eating grin on his face when he heard that. I think it kinda made his day.
So after lounging about the living room, rolling around in chips crumbs and entertaining Jer and I with stories of the evil gym teacher, these great huge 14 and 15 year olds – all of them smarter and wittier and hipper than I could ever hope to be – started playing Hide-and-Go-Seek. It was such an endearing sight to see these six-foot man-boys trying to stuff themselves into closets, giggling. And then they all went to the playground.
What a great bunch of kids and what a fun party. And they thought up their own games. Go figure.
I've got a question for you. If you were a real estate agent with 30 years of experience, and you were trying to sell a house listed at $2,690,000.00, don't you think you would take 5 minutes to proof-read the flyer so that you don't write things like:
"There is 6 bathrooms 5 have been up-dated."