In the seven years since the bluebird of bitterness was hatched, it has gone from an obscure little blog that no one had ever heard of to an obscure little blog that most people have never heard of. More importantly, it has provided more or less steady employment to Bob’s brother Otto and his sisters Nan, Ada, Hannah, and Eve. Bob was even able to hire a few new employees this year, which made the annual office party a lot more fun for his siblings, since they were able to leave all the planning and preparations to the new hires.
Sylvia volunteered to handle the refreshments. There’s nothing Sylvia enjoys more than feeding people, unless it’s trying out new recipes on her unsuspecting kids.
Lamar and Lucille helped by gathering ingredients for her.
Trisha and Victoria made the party hats…
Doreen did the floral arrangements…
… and Virgil and Artemis were in charge of games, even though everyone knew what the games would end up being if Virgil and Artemis were in charge.
Cleo and Mimi were the entertainment committee. Their cousin Cicilia is an up-and-coming opera singer, currently starring in “The Thieving Magpie,” and they persuaded her to come and warble a few arias.
Everyone said the cupcakes Sylvia made were too pretty to eat… then went ahead and ate them anyway.
Arnold took first place in the skateboard competition…
… and Cicilia’s singing was a big hit with everyone!
Well, almost everyone. Otto grumbled because there were no English subtitles…
…and Lamar and Lucille got into an argument over whether “The Thieving Magpie” or “The Barber of Seville” was Rossini’s greatest opera. It ended the way Lamar and Lucille’s arguments usually end.
Bob had to threaten to fire the both of them if they didn’t stop their squabbling, and he told Lamar to go soak his head.
Which Lamar did.
In spite of all that, it was a great day. There was a congratulatory call from Mom and Dad down in Florida…
…and one from second cousin Schlomo in New York…
…and even one from third cousin Robin in Dorchester-on-Thames!
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quote of the day
If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much.
thought for the day
The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you’re still a rat.