Whoduthunkit? I took my Girl Scout troop last night to CiCi's Pizza for our Christmas party. This was what they wanted, so who was I to argue?  I wouldn't have to plan a potluck nor would I have to clean up(yes, they are supposed to do this, but who always goes behind them? Me.).

I was in a pretty bad mood getting there thanks to my Erin's grumpy attitude. I finally started singing Christmas songs at the top of my lungs to 1.) annoy her into a good mood, and 2.) to tune out her bad mood. Upon arrival I was still bracing myself since one of the high school girls in my troop wouldn't sit with the other girls since she was mad at one. Instead she sat at the old hen table.  Oh boy the girls were in-fighting.

Then the balloon man came.  There every Monday night, he was awesome.  We squealed with laughter, one started cryng from laughing so hard, and everyone had smiles on their faces – including the parents when they came to get the girls.  We even applauded balloon man when he had finished.

Here are the hats – I'm using the parent photos since I can't publish the girls pictures online without parental permission.

Oops I can use this one since the octopus arms cover up faces!

To the left is a rainbow sitting on clouds.  On the right… a mohawk.  Sweet.