A few days ago I realized that I never posted about Jeffrey’s tenth birthday. I’d apologize and beg your forgiveness, but . . . really? It’s a BLOG, who cares?
But I shall say that it was a very fun bowling party.
We even got to go into the maintenance room and SEE THE BOWLING MACHINES. This is something I’ve always, always wanted to see. No sarcasm, I swear!
Okay, now I realize that writing “No sarcasm, I swear” sounds MORE sarcastic than not.
Anyway, much fun was had by all, although the boys spent a lot of the time doing this:
Why do I even . . . next time I should scrap the bowling and invest in a couple rolls of quarters instead. I do understand the lure of vintage video games, I must admit. They had Killer Instinct II! And Mortal Instinct II! And Galaga II! And Pac-Man II: Cruise Control!
Note the black bowling pin in the center of the table. It was Jeff’s “present” from the bowling alley. Most of the gift-pins were decorated with felt to look like little clowns or whatever, but Jeff chose the one covered with googly eyes. My mom suggested that we keep it as a Halloween decoration. Good idea.
My only complaint is that they didn’t let me bring a homemade cake to the party. This makes FOUR BIRTHDAYS IN A ROW of store-bought cakes. *throws self on floor and kicks legs against the carpet while wailing*
Jeff obviously didn’t care about the quality of yon cake. Rumor has it on the schoolyard is that cake doesn’t taste as crazy-sweet when you join the Double Digit Club.
Fortunately, my boy is just as sweet as ever. Happy birthday, Jeffrey-Do!
OH — and the bathroom sinks at the bowling alley looked like this:
That is all.