Sunday was my daughter's 10th birthday. On Friday I took her and three of her friends to see the show here:
And then they had a sleepover downtown. They loved the elevator. In fact, I think they loved it best of all the things they did. I could have saved $30 a head in tickets by letting them ride up and down on the elevators. They decided that jumping up and down while the elevator was moving was the most fun thing in the world. It made them scream with excitement. Needless to say, this was a bit rough on the ear drums, but it was pretty to see their enthusiasm.
The rest of the time, they ate pizza. And giggled.
My daughter's presents were all perfect. She got a disco ball. And a Bratz CD player. I bought her
Her grandparents sent a notebook and stickers. And the soundtrack to Gilda:
She loved everything.
What does it mean when your daughter's favorite song is "Put the Blame on Mame?"
(Don't answer that.)
In other perfect news, I pitched Tiffany a couple of weeks ago. I'm chairing a benefit and I wanted them to sponsor us. And Tiffany, which is a store I've always enjoyed anyway, is generously donating these:
for the raffle, and these
for the goody bags. Which adds up to over $11,000 in free loot. Not bad for a half day's work.
But wait, don't go! I have more perfection for you!
In case you suffer from insomnia and this post isn't enough to send you to slumberland, I have the solution. Get this:
and read four pages--five at the most. You'll be in slumberland before you can say "Ambien."