(you have to guess who's party,
I'll make it easy...)
First of all, we need to fix up those nasty toenails.
What self respecting girl wants to go flashing
plain ol' toes around at the party?
Not THIS girl, that's for sure.
Move over Grammy...
Grampy !!! It's JUST a birthday party..
with 'family'. Can't you contain yourself even
a little?
(Where's my dribble rag?)
There's Michael - my 10 year old studmuffin.
With his mom Kari who seems to have at least twice
the personality and charm of anyone else here.
There's auntie Susan, Kaitlyn, and Grammy Barbara.
There's uncle Joe, Aunt Kelly, Uncle Kevin and
Aunt Susan.
Come on Kristyn, open it or leave it.
All this peek-and-guess stuff takes too long.
(You want me to show you how
to open presents, girlfriend??)
Ya know, aunt Susan has a wonderful son Matt....
(he just can't hug like a little
girl can,
let's bond auntie S.)
Grammy Patty and auntie Kathy are trying
to keep me from sampling this drink.
Humm, I wonder what it is anyway...
it isn't that diet stuff...
this has a little 'kick' ya know?
Grammy Barbara sure knows how to soothe a fevered
spirit.
That's a catchy tune too, G.B. ...
even the baby falling part...
Ya know.. I should have monitored who drank what.
(and how much)
This is a prime example of "I'm da party-girl" abuse.
Nite nite auntie Kelly.
That sun kinda burned my face a little.
I've heard this cherry yogurt is good for mild skin
irritation.
( don't you girls ever 'indulge'
yourself ?
no wonder you're so -
- - up-tight. )
OK Grampy, I got MY bottle,
which one do you want?
This red cab-ber-net stuff,
your home made 100 proof hooch,
( or that box-o you classy wine-stud
you ?? )
Oh Grampy, I'd like to stay up and help with
web pages and email and cyber-whatever, but you know
what...?
Crashing and burning sound pretty good to me right
now.