you can find me in the club

After our donut morning, we had a proper birthday celebration for Catcher last night at Ozaukee--pronounced Oh-ZAH-key, if you aren't from around here--Country Club ("proper" means there was one balloon and a cake). You see, Wednesday night is pasta night at the club. And pasta night just happens to be Catcher's favorite night ever (you should watch this guy take down a plate of spaghetti and meatballs). As fate would have it, his birthday fell on a Wednesday this year, so planning the "party" was a no-brainer. The partygoers consisted of two parents, two sisters, one grandma, one great-grandma, one great uncle and one great aunt. Who needs bouncy houses and water slides and fancy pool parties when you can have spaghetti and cake?

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