R’s birthday party is back on. I may have taken leave of my senses, but a few hours ago I told sambear that since I am feeling somewhat better and I don’t think I’m contagious (or that Katie is), we might as well go ahead. The boy is very happy, of course, and Katie is bouncing around. G chose to go spend the night with her friend anyway, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing—she probably wouldn’t have really participated much anyway. So by 7 pm, there will be a horde of teens here.
Birthday Boy
