Coming Soon, A Party to Remember

Crying, the Tango, vomit, Michael Jackson, a bird, and poor time telling.

Days have passed and I've decided that enough has been said. Except that through the whoooole day I kept on my headband style reindeer ears without a pinch or poke. I never broke out into a sweat although the temperature was a crisp 42. I never raised my voice except in request of "Encore! Encore!" for another round of Blitzen doing the Chinese Splits. My smile was not riddled by gritted teeth. It was a party to remember and one to cherished as well.