My son was sick, okay? Belly ache, the whole nine yards. That's why I couldn't go to a colleague's birthday party.
But if I had known there would be amateur acrobatics, and that it would be captured on film, well, I would have forced my offspring to suck it up and deal.
I mean, this is outstanding documentation of when a party officially "jumps the shark":
Penny and Cloe call this formation, "The Angel."
One.
Two.
Viola'!
Would you believe that the woman on top is the boss of the woman below?
Neither would I.
Damn! You probably also missed the potato sack race and the dancing pony.
Posted by: Parkway Rest Stop at May 8, 2004 09:36 PM