Sunday Sunday...Can't Trust that Day...

We went to New Jersey for Richie's Half-Family Birthday Party this Sunday. It was fun to see Rich and Cass, but it was superfun to see Carter Meagher! She is hilarious, in my opinion.

Everytime she talks, her voice is just so...funny? so grown up? I'm not sure what to say. But she's like this little person with little people eccentricities and everything.
Here's Carter shooting the breeze with her Moms (yo.):

Carter assists the birthday boy in opening his presents:

The highlight of the day, though, was playing with "Carter's Cafe", a supercool (kewl?) box full of glasses and trays and menu pads and SUPERSWEET personalized menus of many of the special guest stars in Carter's life, including yours truly--Aunt Feath. Although I got Aunt Feath's fishy pizza, which though funny sounding is also funny-sounding, if you're picking up what I'm putting down... Anyway, Cass's friend Betsy made it, and though I have never met her, I'm sure she'd go on my Top 50 Cool people in the U.S.

Richie takes orders (and I have to say, though he was an efficient waiter he wasn't quite fast enough to suit Carter.

With all of her complaints about the service, Carter picked up the check for all of us...and I'm sure she didn't stiff her daddy on the tip.
Aunt Gail and Uncle Joe left after ice cream cake, but me and Pop decided to linger (we can't take a hint). So we stayed, and we all sat down and talked about Uncle Joe:


I'm just kidding. Actually, I asked Carter to tell me a story. There were a few characters representing from Little Red Riding Hood (sorry Cass) with the addition of a monster, named Tocu (sp?) who ate the big bad wolf. Neither the wolf nor Tocu seemed like very sympathetic characters to me, so I think she was going for a rather existentialist moment with her tale.
Next, her fazzer had to tell a story, which had to do with a little girl, four monsters (one of whom was pink), scare tactics and a sequel involving summer camp. The moral of the stories that I walked away with was : You can be pink, but you shouldn't be shy. And go poopies on the potty. (Although that wasn't mentioned, I think it should be plugged at every opportunity.)
In other news, Tom and Keri got married, and looked quite handsome and beautiful, respectively.

I looked adorable, as did all my lady friends, and we had a great time:

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