Saturday, April 20, 2013: PLEASE TAKE TINKERBELL SOMEPLACE ELSE. WE’RE ALL STOCKED UP HERE.
On a day much like this four years ago, my little Indiana was born. While I welcomed the bucketing rain back then (I was hot, thirsty, hungry, managing an office move, running on pure adrenaline), I can’t say the same for today: Indy’s outdoor birthday party was rained out, and we had to move the whole operation indoors. So, much like the tin of beans at my feet, there was a lot of improvisation.
I wasn’t about to let some illness get in the way of things either (yes, I’m still not recovered), so I was completely hopped-up on Cold & Flu, Panadol and anything else I could get my hands on. Now that the party’s over, and the drugs are wearing off, I’m feeling rather like what these balloons appear.
It was meant to be a Tinkerbell-themed birthday party. You can tell from the green and purple colours of the balloons. And the butterfly wings. And the face paint.