Today we survived the boys' 7th birthday party. I use the word "survived" advisedly. We all have colds. And a new puppy named Peach. All of this combines to make for an exhausted, sleep-deprived family. Nothing like hosting 20 kids when you're ready to drop to make you feel you're alive. Because if you were dead, you wouldn't feel so horrible.
OK, it wasn't quite that bad. I didn't actually feel tired until it was over. The kids had a blast, got way too many toys and made a total mess of the game room. Life is good.
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