We survived our very first party hosted in our tiny little home. Hopefully, we won’t have to do this again because we should be in a house within the next year. And we’ll never have to see this dump again.

Though it was hot and crowded, it looked like everyone had a good time. Food was eaten, balloons were batted about and no one above the age of five cried (much). Outside of the fact that my mother-in-law was nearly arrested for bag piping in public, everything went off without a hitch.

The baby, of course, was cute as can be. She had a great time and I was very proud of the way she behaved. Normally, a one-year-old facing 30 people poking and prodding her, trying to get her to be cute, would be a little overwhelming. But, she was a gracious little host and even allowed herself to be held periodically by her aunts and uncles.

Overall I think she had a really good time. Once we started handing out the presents and giving her cake, she really got into the whole process. She started dancing and waving and having a great time. And it was good.

She was giving all sorts of cute clothes that make her appear to be the cutest baby on the planet (though, perhaps, I am biased). The cutest may be her fuzzy pink vest that her aunt and cousin picked out for her. Or, maybe, the PJs and purple robe that another aunt gave her. She walked around in that last night, looking cuter than can be.

The problem is that she knows that she’s cute and uses it as a weapon.

Right now, as I’m typing this, I have no Internet access. Now, for someone who runs a home business, this isn’t a good thing . . . We’re rather dead in the water at the moment. I have work that has to be done, but the only place to do it is in a place in the house that is isolated. I can’t hear the doorbell. So, if I do that, Mr. Broadband Repairman may show up and I won’t hear him.

Naturally, I had a ton of work on the Internet to do yesterday. But I couldn’t. I’m incommunicado (which is the song I’m listening to right now). To make matters worse, I had a bunch of stuff to do because John is at COMDEX and may not get Net access. I still don’t know at this point whether or not he has it. So, it’s quite possible that the pages I was supposed to do for the contest yesterday didn’t get done and we have a bunch of angry people beating down the doors of the website as we speak.

And, just before I went down, a member of the INTERCOT staff had emailed me to let me know something was wrong. I haven’t been able to reply yet. (Though by the time this is published, I’ll be able to let him know.)

So, the waiting game begins. Shortly I will begin writing a detailed table of contents for a drugs book I’m working on. Yay. My excitement is about to overwhelm me. I feel sick with it.