www.pirates.arrrrrrrgh!

DS and several of his friends invaded the yard today for a pirate-themed birthday party. It actually went off better than I planned, despite low attendance caused by a toxic combination of Mama-sent-the-invitations- to-school and invitations-died-a-quick-death-in-the-moldy-confines- of-nine-year-old-boy-backpacks. Either that, or there are just some rude-ass people out there who don’t understand that RSVP means to have the common courtesy to call and let someone know you’re coming–or not, for Smee’s sake.

Beyond all that, though, we had fun. We tied bandannas on their heads, gave ’em eyepatches, let them swordfight with plastic cutlasses from Mega-Lo-Mart, buried a coffee can of plastic doubloons in the yard and sent them all over on a scavenger hunt to find the X marking the spot where they could dig, sugared ’em up and sent ’em home.

Arrrrrrgh. Mama’s tired.