It was all HIS fault
So, the birthday party night kinda ended with the birthday party girls looking like this...at almost 3 in the morning.
And, it's all the fault of this little guy:
This is (help me out, Shelb) "magic balloon boxcar."
Ohhhhh, not so, my friends. Not so.
I'm just now getting home and getting settled, and it's exactly 4:36a - yes, in the morning. I have to be at work in, ohhhh, 2.5 hours. So, Imma go lay down for a couple, get up, go through the daily grind (with a little help from some caffeine buddies), come home, and explain to you why that tiny car will live in infamy.
I'm so delirious, I'm using commas for the letter "I" - this is SOOOO not going to be my day.
,'m gonna lay down now. ,'m exhausted, and ,'m having major problems fosucing......
Part Deux later....