The Best Party I've Ever Crashed.

I almost made it to bed, but then Jack barked. I came downstairs, turned off the alarm, let him out, put another load of laundry (why is it since we got this constantly shedding dog, do I need to wash stuff constantly?). Came back from the garage to discover Jack really didn't want to go out. Went  back across the living room to turn on the alarm, peeked out the front window to see if the cat had come in- and I do this every time- get startled to see his luminescent green eyes peering back at me-let the cat in, escort him to the kitchen so Jack doesn't chase him, remind Taffy that Jack is the reason his tuxedo-ass is warm inside the house- turn the alarm on, reach for the light- and realize I didn't post today.
But I did sign up for Bar Method for Mon at  9AM! And schedule gym, riding and studying time.
So here I am in the office, typing. In new flannel PJs and old red eyes.
We went to a bday party of one of Papoose's friend. It was at one of those jungly gym indoor places, and the hostess mom was nice and so Papoose's cousin along with Hubs, Bro, SisInLaw and I hung out in the grown ups lounge. Then our hostess mom came to tell us a weird thing that had happened. A woman and her five year old crashed the party. She apparently knew some other parent at the party from AA, quit smoking yesterday and well, could she and her son just come on in? Since Hostess Mom is way nicer than me and didn't know what to say, she reluctantly said okay. Crasher mom kept saying this was the best party they'd ever crashed. How weird is that? It's not like we're celebrities that you'd want to hang out with us. It was a nice party, nice kids, but typical suburban fare: pizza, cakes, glitter, kids running, climbing, sliding and screaming.
I guess it goes to show you, what's ordinary and mundane to you and me can seem amazing and awesome to someone else.
Isn't this life the best party you ever crashed?
And one day, I'll get back to writing about riding. Promises, promises.