Today is the day we were supposed to celebrate Soho’s birthday party. Every other year all her nearest and dearest friends arrive laden with pizzle sticks and chew toys. We enjoy an incredible luncheon (thank you, Tammy Kronen Catering!) and drink champagne.
But we couldn’t get this party started.
The CE ended up on crutches, little Miss Soho ended up in a cone and, as of yesterday, I’ve ended up with eyes wide shut: a night in the ER and a weekend of enforced darkness to begin to heal from a nasty little thing on my cornea.
The good news? The CE has graduated from crutches to a modified boot; Soho’s only got another week in the cone; and at some point I will be able to open my eye again. Life is good, and we will party on at a later date!