When the bluebird of bitterness (a.k.a. Bob) decided to go into the blogging business six years ago, he asked his siblings Otto, Ada, Nan, Eve, and Hannah to join him. Since jobs for unemployed birds without any marketable skills were pretty thin on the ground, all of them eagerly accepted. Well, “eagerly” might be overstating the case a little… still, six years of long hours and lousy pay later, they’re all still here, and everyone agreed that it was an anniversary worth celebrating.
Nan handled the invitations, primarily because she’s the only one whose handwriting is legible. Everyone else’s looks like chicken scratch.
She sent them out by carrier pigeon to save on postage.
Eve headed up the decorations committee. She was on a very tight budget, but Eve has a knack for getting her friends to work for nothing and consider it a privilege to do so.
For example, her friend Louella was thrilled when Eve asked her to make the party hats. There’s nothing Louella loves more than making fancy hats.
Eve’s friend Skylar did the floral arrangements. He has a real gift for it… not to mention a brother-in-law who owns a wholesale greenhouse.
Hannah was in charge of refreshments. We couldn’t afford a caterer this year, but fortunately Hannah has lots of friends who are really good at hunting and gathering.
Her pals Ambrose and Earlene said they’d be glad to help.
So did her buddy Wendell.
Even Phoebe and Vinnie pitched in.
Ada was in charge of entertainment. With such a tight budget, it was a challenge that would have scared off most birds.
But not Ada. She knew a barbershop quartet that would sing for any occasion in exchange for food and beer. She met them at her best friend Charlene’s engagement party last November.
She also has a friend who’s a stand-up comedian and who owed her a favor (she babysat his kids for him when he was in rehab), and she got him to tell some jokes.
To no one’s surprise, Otto didn’t get most of the jokes. Otto has always tended to be kind of humor impaired.
As usual, there was plenty of Bluebird Bitter on hand… maybe just a little too much.
When Bob has had too much to drink, he has a tendency to strike up conversations with inanimate objects.
Still, everyone agreed it was a great party… even the ones who couldn’t remember much the next morning!