This is how the first day of the year typically winds up: the birthday girl and the boys at 3 ayem and the rest of us (enough of us that that very couch is in fact my bed for the night)wondering when they're gonna wrap it up. The dishwasher has already been (loudly) run three times or so and the kitchen is still full of dishes and cake and rye bread. A burst of (toy) gunfire erupts in the other room, cries of "Hippy Ratday!", hats are exchanged (thank goodness the children are too old to pass head lice around), and Justin, whose birthday it has been for about three hours, begins his annual sexual assault on his hostess.
But all good things must come to an end, including the party and, thank you lord, the entire holiday season which starts off in a dead heat at Thanksgiving. Care for some cheese and bread? Cake?
one girl many men looks like fun...would like to see the hostess with the mostess....our holiday is not over until we celebrate the youngest of four's birth tomorrow in your town...maybe we will catch sight of you too for dinner party perhaps? skiing was very cold this AM but great views...
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