Ain't so little anymore!

You know you're getting old when:

• You stop worrying about speed and LSD, and start worrying about the speed of your DSL. I've never experienced speed or LSD, but this was too funny not to post.
• You start thinking about caffeine over calories- as in how much caffeine can I cram in a cup, and the calories be damned!
• Your youngest child turns 14. 

OLD   OLD   OLD

The Whee actually sort of let us old folks come to her birthday party as long as we were:

• bringing cake
• bringing chips and dips
• bringing cookies and cupcakes
• bringing pizza

Other than that we were UNinvited to the festivities.  However, being the cool mom that I am, I snuck -yes, snuck-around to observe, oversee and outright laugh sometimes.  She came up with some great ideas that did not involve boys, graffiti or damaging my furniture.  I was happy.

Her best and greatest idea was the photo booth.  I loved it since it gave me an excuse to buy a remote for my Nikon! Here's some sneek peeks-

and this.........

and this.

And when they were bored with 87 million photos of themselves, there was a pinata. I'm perfectly okay with violent party games as long as they expend a lot of energy and make the children fall asleep by midnight.  Score.

And there were helicopter balloons in the dark.  Very cool, and makes the neighbors wonder "what's that whizzing sound outside?"

And then she went to bed and turned into a teenager and hasn't come out of her room since.