The task at hand: tarting up 9-year-olds for a
Rock Band-themed dress-up birthday party.
Who's the first person you'd think of to assist with this task? Heheheheh. ME! My last tarted-up rock music-themed birthday party was 1983, circa "Love is a Battlefield..." And I was the guest of honor!!!
I was glad to learn it still involves wigs, scarves, and copious amounts of mascara.
The birthday girl!
Surprisingly, there was very little squealing.
OK, there was some from me.
The patriarch of the family grew up on a dairy farm.
No sub-par dairy products in this house.
And then the competition begins. :)
I was glad to learn it still involves wigs, scarves, and copious amounts of mascara.
The birthday girl!
Surprisingly, there was very little squealing.
OK, there was some from me.
The patriarch of the family grew up on a dairy farm. No sub-par dairy products in this house.
And then the competition begins. :)
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