On Saturday, I threw Noah one heck of a birthday party, complete with water balloons, silly string and a pinata that looked exactly like Disco Stu from The Simpsons. Frank wasn't the party's biggest fan, as he was in charge of cleaning up the string/balloon/Stu wreckage that was scattered down the driveway and across the front lawn. Five 11-year-olds can make a hell of a mess in less than 30 minutes.
The food was all that wonderful summer cookout/birthday fare: hamburgers, hot dogs, corn on the cob, mac & cheese, chocolate cake and ice cream. The kids were having so much fun destroying our yard, they weren't too excited about stuffing their faces. Go figure. The upside is all the leftovers. The downside - all the leftovers. I can't deal with a house stocked with this much comforting goodness. This morning I got up, made coffee, and then had a light breakfast of Cheddar & Sour Cream Ruffles and chocolate cake. I have got to get this crap out of my house.
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