Pirates say "Aargh!"

This motley crew is G1 and her friends. She turned 9 on the 20th and had a pirate themed party.

Can you tell?

The fingers are supposed to represent hooks. I guess they all lost hands in the epic battles that took place in preschool. ;)

They made hats, followed clues to a hidden treasure (player pianos sure come in handy when hiding treasure), and watched Disney's Blackbeard's Ghost while making a piratey mess of the copious amounts of popcorn we threw at them.

A good time was had by all, I'm told.

Whew!

Eggs...

Just a thought bouncing through my head.

Why do we have a preference as to how we cook our eggs? An egg...is an egg...is an egg. Skipping over the obvious preferences of cooking in butter vs spray or whether to pepper or not...basically it's the same egg.

Yet...I prefer fried egg sandwiches--D prefers scrambled egg sandwiches (which strikes me as an extremely messy way to eat eggs)--and G2 would rather I just boil the darn thing and make egg salad. G1 doesn't care in the least...just feed me.

When you go to a restaurant and order a breakfast you order a certain style. In fact, if we get the eggs back wrong...we get very upset. Why?

Any thoughts out there?

Warm snow flakes!

Have a few hours?

Barfy babies aren't much fun...

Do I really need to go into detail on this one?

Once more into the fray, my friends...

So.

I gave in.

Sue me.

I'm back after several pleas, begging on hands and knees, prostrate on the ground...

OK...someone said they missed me.

I'm a sucker for a good sob story. :)