SteelyKid turns five next Wednesday (F/X: "FIVE! YEARS!" like an incredulous Jeremy Piven in Grosse Point Blank), but we're having her party today. This is a distinction we've worked hard to get across, and I expect to hear her explain to other kids and their parents about 39 times today ("It's not my birthday today, it's my birthday party today...").
We're expecting something like a dozen five-year-olds plus parents and assorted siblings at Chateau Steelypips. We've laid in a good deal of food and drink, and cake, balloons, and bouncy-bounce are on the way. But if you don't hear from me again, well, you know why...
This year's invitation, with appropriate alterations for Internet use, is the "featured image"-- if you're on RSS, you'll have to click through to see the cute. I'm off to make last-minute adjustments.
Full marks on the phone number.
I am a child of the 80's, after all...
You and Justice Kagan (or, perhaps, one of her clerks):
http://www.slate.com/blogs/the_slatest/2013/06/13/justice_elena_kagan_t…
"Note: We have a dog, who is great with kids but not other (inferior) dogs."