The party was awesome.
The party fucking ROCKED.
Almost as hard as my freaking awesome cupcakes that blew my tiny little mind with their awesomeness.
Boo scored big time in the gift stakes. Fantastic presents that the kids thought long and hard about, parents all ‘What the fuck? You want to give him WHAT?’ Boo’s peeps know what he likes. And if not cold hard cash baby.
Boo was a gracious host. Greeting everyone and exclaiming ‘WOW’ with every gift. Unlike last year when he was all ‘Meh’ and ‘I don’t want THIS!’ He was a freaking rock star.
And I totally had something in my eye.
And the weather? GLORIOUS! Sunny and warm (almost hot) no wind. Absolutely freaking perfect for a day outdoors with a elevently billion kids, 500 water balloons, 5 water pistols, 6 freshly scrubbed buckets, 2 plastic toy boxes, 10 oversized sponges and a toilet.
I thank every single one of you for the awesome weather. You really came through. Smootch yourselves from me.
And a very very special thankyou to my biatch Robin at Around the Island, she rocks big time. She saved my sanity by translating words into Hebrew for me, for Boo’s vision of Carnival sign nirvana. Going well above even my lofty expectations to ensure that I had the correct spelling.
So despite the preceding weeks including excretions from every orifice – flu, ear infections, gastroenteritis and a fucking ANT PLAGUE – it all came together. A fantastic day.
Kids running in and out of the house dripping wet and covered with mud. Kids fouling up my toilet, Boo’s wet nappy festering under my bed and finding him sitting in there chatting to his aide and teacher – yes, my kid is that freaking awesome that his teacher comes to his party – the stench burning their eyes along with the totally trashed room (thanks Boo, you little bastard), the neighbour choosing the 2 hour period of the party to pressure clean his fucking roof, the smell of bird shit and acid rain floating through my freshly-cleaned-and-now-streaked-with-crap windows, drowning out the heavenly scent of the buttery popcorn and hot diggity dogs. Hence the toilet reference in the title.
I am still cleaning up after 50+ people in and around my home. But that is just fine with me.
The party fucking rocked baby.
And now I will stop. I wont bore you all with the minutiae of the party preparations, I will take it over to the party blog. And cause I suck at being consistent and keeping my bloggy promises I suggest you subscribe. You won’t be disappointed cause DAY-UM did that kid want some weird shit.
I have no idea where he gets his warped mind from.