it's. a. duck blur!

We had lots of fun at the par-tee! Can anyone tell me what juvenile book that is from? It's the same one I obliquely referenced in yesterday's post about eating too much cake and barfing. Also, maybe the short party pants.

My hors d'oeuvres were a success, although I had to swallow my pride when I overheard a few people helpfully explaining to their mates, "They're little pancakes with guacamole on top." Avocado salsa, you rubes. There's a vast difference.

We had been instructed to provide entertainment for the birthday boy, and while I had a pipe dream all week of doing a comedy routine, we chickened out, so Ben recited some Ogden Nash poetry that had people in stitches.

The highlight of the party was when Ben and I were being miscreants out on the lanai with these two brothers who look like Jason and Jeremy London, while the others were still politely listening to the folk song performances inside, and somehow incited the brothers to sing the theme song from Duck Tales in its entirety. Ben and I chimed in rap-style on the words we knew at the ends of lines. Our chorus became so loud that we stopped the school librarian's rendition of "Scarborough Fair" (Faire?). I'm hoping the London twins will want to hang out with us again. They play the guitar and accordion, and maybe also the banjo. Imagine the '80s TV song possibilities!