Fourteen and Proud of It

Well, the sleepover was a rousing success: everyone pronounced it the best one ever. All the girls got along beautifully, there was no drama, and they got to sleep...sometime after five a.m. I drifted in and out of sleep myself, but got enough Zzzzs to keep body and soul together. By noon, full of bacon, cinnamon rolls, and orange juice, the sleepovarians departed, and Sarcasm Girl and The Beau arrived. Avocado opened her presents and announced that this was totally the Best Birthday Ever. The young are planning on going to a movie this afternoon, and Avocado is lobbying to go out to dinner (at Olive Garden--"I don't want real Italian food, I was stupid over-salted fatty Italian food!") this evening.

I'm considering hiding under the bed. It was a great party, Avocado's a wonderful girl, and I need a little bit of separation...