Here at La Casa de Pulga*, we know how to rock. Really. Honest.
Here at La Casa de Pulga, we have four birthdays in less than two months.
Here at La Casa de Pulga, we'd go broke if we bought big gifts AND threw big parties for all four family members.
The first of Pulga's family to have a birthday is Oatmeal Head, coming up in two weeks. He's taking a group of friends to play paintball all day at a nearby field. He's inviting GIRLS.
Next will be Maybelline. She wants to ice skate (something she's never done) for her sweet 16. With 16 friends. Okay.
Red Rocks has chosen to take his friends to the local aquarium this year. He's my animal lover, he misses Florida's beach, and it just seemed right.
Pulga's Hunny gets moochas smooches from me, the Pulga. Yeah, that's it. Get over it already.
But for gifts? This year we bought one gift for all four party people. Okay, Oatmeal Head gets a separate gift of an iTouch this year, upgrading from his tiny shuffle. It took weeks to convince him he didn't want a Zune.
Anywho, I found Guitar Hero World Tour for half price, new, online. It arrived Thursday. Do you think any homework has been done since it arrived? Or chores? Nooooo.
Do you think the gang is having a great time? Yessssss.
Do you think Pulga is enjoying listening to her family butcher classic rock songs at top volume? Um. Maybe. Not really. Much at all.
Is the fam happy with their collective birthday gift? More than words can say.
The gang was up till about three AM rocking out (I went to bed at midnight). I asked the Hunny this morning, when he finally got up, how he felt (my usual morning question to everyone). His response? A very sleepy, smiling, "Like a rockstar."
Happy birthday la familia de Pulga.
Until I write again ...
*Pulga is Spanish for Flea, one of my college nicknames