Last night was the big company party. We got there a little late, which wouldn't have been a problem if the (open) bar didn't shut down at 11:30, and the place start shutting down around midnight. Nevertheless, we got some tasty chow, made fun of people in their recycled prom dressed and bridesmaid dresses, and caught up with one of my cooler coworkers. As with last year, fun, but would have been more fun had there been more of my coworkers to chill with. Stupid Virginia, being so far away.
So, my delightful sister picked up an inflatable sword and shield for Zoe, who enjoys being "a Power Ranger." Inflatable toys = great fun for my lungs.
(Also, inflatable toys are great for her already static-ridden hair.)