Yesterday was Kate's birthday. I made her pancakes and fresh-squeezed
OJ for breakfast, and bought her a KitchenAid mixer (which I am
assured is the only acceptable kitchen appliance to give as
a gift to a significant other). She's been faunching after one for
years... I just hope we can find a good place to store it.
In the evening we had a small party, attended by people from all
our different communities of friends (writers, fans, square dancers,
and, um, 
samonwry and Rory, who are friends via fan kate_schaefer but are not members of any of the above). We
ate
pecan
pie from the recipe had used in
Chattanooga, which was tres yum, and played games including jelly-bean
relay, charades, and a variant of "telephone" or "exquisite corpse"
in which players alternately wrote phrases and drew pictures based
on the previous picture/phrase without seeing any of the ones before that.
The one that made birthday pie come out of Kate's nose is shown
below (click to embiggen, and again to embiggen again).
The text, in case you can't read it, goes as follows:
- Kate is glad to have a birthday party
- Robespierre celebrates the guillotining of a Conehead
- Bastille day for coneheads
- Some monks assault the castle; others juggle; some lose their heads
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