When the bluebird of bitterness was hatched back in 2011, no one dreamed that we’d still be here eight years later, primarily because no one had any idea that we existed. Well, the joke’s on them, because we’re still here!
This year’s celebration was delayed a few days by circumstances beyond our control. First there was a huge blizzard that shut everything down…
…then one of our interns got picked up for flying with a suspended license, and had to be bailed out…
…and then we couldn’t agree on what type of party to have. Fanny and Fifi wanted to have a fancy dress ball.
Murray wanted a murder mystery party. He saw one on TV once and he thought it sounded like fun.
Laverne and Eulalia said that was the stupidest idea they’d ever heard.
Thornton wanted to have a pool party, but the heater on the pool is still broken. (Otto was supposed to get it repaired, but as usual, he forgot.)
Penelope suggested a wine tasting party, but since we only drink Bluebird Bitter™ around here, that suggestion went nowhere.
In the end, Bob told Ada, Hannah, Eve, and Nan to handle it.
Hannah hired the photographer. Her friend Laticia tipped her off that this guy would work for peanuts.
Ada ordered the flowers. Her friend Charlene recommended this florist because — according to Charlene — he has great taste. And she was right! All the floral arrangements tasted great!
Nan was in charge of the entertainment. She put together a great variety show…
…with a couple of tap dancers…
…a figure skater…
and a comedian.
Eve handled the refreshments.
As usual, Vinnie offered to help.
So did Eloise…
…and so did Rex.
Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis flew in from Sydney…
…and Cousin Chester flew in from Cambridge!
A grand time was had by all…even Otto and Bob!
Here’s to another year of high-flying featherbrained fun!
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There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
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I’m not big on seizing the day. I just kind of poke it with a stick.