ShallowGal THROWS . . .
We're not talking those lame events she puts on for her own flesh and blood to celebrate their birthdays; we're talking about a party for 500 total strangers to celebrate some random building getting new hardwood floors.
Let's compare. For Eli's third birthday we borrowed the private dining room of Alzheimer Grandma's nursing home and ate pizza while coloring Diego pictures downloaded from NickJr.com. Even more depressing than his second birthday. Luckily there's no photographic evidence. (1)
For the random building, ShallowGal spent an entire summer planning the carnival shown above.
In my own defense, what does a three year old need with a beer truck?
But just in case, could someone photoshop a cake with three candles into a picture for me? Maybe the one with the four moonbounces?
On a completely unrelated note, I have finished planning Jake's Bar Mitzvah. It will be held in the parking lot, with a beer truck, moonbounces and sno cones. Considering the alternative, I suspect he'll jump at it. (2)
1) Which makes me sound like a better mother, if I forgot the camera or if I thought the entire affair was too depressing to record for posterity? Cause that's why there are no pictures.
2) Get it, Jump at it? Moonbounces? Yeah, I doubt Jake will feel very punny about it either.