So we threw a little party over the weekend. I may be a bit prejudiced, but I think it was an affair that would have made Martha Stewart weep with pride, as she mentally planned a six-page, full-color magazine layout on it.
Truly, if a party can be judged by how many young soldiers were in the squirt gun war…
…and how many layers of protective squirt gun armor were donned…
…and the fact that there were no candles on the premises, so someone blew out a Bic Lighter, while the gathered crowd sang a rousing rendition of “Happy Birthday” to him…
…and the fact that it took at least three grown men to hang a 600-thread-count, Egyptian cotton queen-sized sheet on the side of the house…