Well that was swell.
Parties are hard on Emily. She wants to bark at everyone, she wants to eat all the low=lying food, she wants the small children not to chase her, she wants the Too Many People to be Elsewhere. She is now snoring in her crate , beside me, totally exhausted.
There was Too Much Food (which is always better than too little). There were many people (after the usual slow start during which one feels like a wallflower) and much music and conversation. We received more wine than we put out, managed to get people to drink almost all the beer and cider, and have left over ham, chili, and turkey (also veggies, cheese, bagels and birthday cake).
Avocado had the Younger Generation upstairs in her room. Sarcasm Girl made a surprise appearance! People seemed to have a good time.
And SG gave me the coolest birthday present: an 1888 edition of Sara Crewe: Or, What Happened at Miss Minchin's, with great black and white illustrations. I got Noel Coward's Present Indicative and a gorgeous scarf of...no, really: angels averting their gaze! from
claireeddy.
So much food. So many people. The Spouse, who is a Hero, is in cleaning up the house. I am lying here on an ice pack, listening to the dog's snoring, soft and low, an excellent thing in a hound.
And tomorrow: another day older and deeper in debt.
Parties are hard on Emily. She wants to bark at everyone, she wants to eat all the low=lying food, she wants the small children not to chase her, she wants the Too Many People to be Elsewhere. She is now snoring in her crate , beside me, totally exhausted.
There was Too Much Food (which is always better than too little). There were many people (after the usual slow start during which one feels like a wallflower) and much music and conversation. We received more wine than we put out, managed to get people to drink almost all the beer and cider, and have left over ham, chili, and turkey (also veggies, cheese, bagels and birthday cake).
Avocado had the Younger Generation upstairs in her room. Sarcasm Girl made a surprise appearance! People seemed to have a good time.
And SG gave me the coolest birthday present: an 1888 edition of Sara Crewe: Or, What Happened at Miss Minchin's, with great black and white illustrations. I got Noel Coward's Present Indicative and a gorgeous scarf of...no, really: angels averting their gaze! from
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So much food. So many people. The Spouse, who is a Hero, is in cleaning up the house. I am lying here on an ice pack, listening to the dog's snoring, soft and low, an excellent thing in a hound.
And tomorrow: another day older and deeper in debt.