Maybe it’s appropriate that this event takes place during Lent. I figure it should get me some serious time off Purgatory.
After school Little Brother and I are headed to a birthday party for one of his classmates, in a party headquarters that is reportedly full to the ceiling tiles with Inflatable Jumping Palaces.
Just three days ago, Little Brother slipped on the kitchen floor and injured his mouth–specifically, the gums above his top front teeth. We rushed him to the dentist, who said he’s OK, but should eat soft foods for a few days. I’m sure that jumping around in one of those Child Injury Magnets at a place that makes parents sign a waiver before bringing their kids in will be just great.
I’ll be watching him like a hawk.
That’s good, I guess, since I’m shy at best and events like this cause me to pretty much shut down completely. I can never relax at these school birthday parties. I’m too busy being intimidated. (I’ll look good, though; Retail Therapy at Goodwill netted me a pair of “new with tags” Nautica jeans that are just fabulous–and the $4.50 price tag was better than fabulous! Yes, these events bring out the shallow in me. It’s just all-around not a good thing.)
Before I leave, I’m taking an Excedrin as a preventative measure. These places are not known for their quiet.