Herding dust bunnies…

The kids got the most out of their sugar high building dragons (boys) and fairies (girls) out of old egg cartons. Except for the occasional shriek, the party-meister (meisteress?) kept the commotion to a dull roar.Being the gluttons for punishment that we are, we then tried to take a group picture. It reminded me of trying to cluster dust bunnies with a compressed air hose. We did manage to snap a couple decent shots though using my camera’s high burst speed to capture the assembled group, a phenomenon lasting less than a picosecond. When I last looked, the whole lot of them were happy as a gaggle of gofers in soft dirt, ravenously scarfing mini-pizzas and swilling juice packs like finalists on Survivor.Except for the inevitable, uncomfortable Germlish exchange with our neighbors sometime soon regarding the four hour disturbance of their peace, I would say the party was an unmitigated success.