(Hello! If you’re lost, read previous post.)

My party continued. We left off when Last Girl on Earth was getting things rolling.

But first, I should tell you about something that happened earlier at the party. I was going to leave it out, but you are a brave group. Jen of Breed Em And Weep saw a floating orb in my bedroom. She was sitting on my bed with four-year daughter Sophie watching Sound of Music when the orb appeared.

Can somebody please tell me what a floating orb is?

Anyway, I was distressed. Not because of the orb, but because Jen was screaming so loud I couldn’t talk to her about Christopher Plumber. I tried Sound of Music out on Rachel when she was three. She liked it alright, but I had to give her my “best of” version. Is four really the magic age for passing down Sound of Music to a daughter utterly and completely?

Okay, continuing from Last Girl and moving down blogroll.

Since things were rolling I decided to get the camera out. Laura and little Michael were singing a verse to Last Girl’s song and in the middle of it Michael kissed Laura on the cheek. I got an amazing photo. Then I turned and got another great shot of Lima Bean discussing Halo 2 with Blog Boy. I rudely interrupted to ask Lima Bean about his camp experience and he answered me politely, but they were both relieved when I moved on to greet Lisa and family.

Lisa and I talked about raising girls, and then stopped abruptly. The hair on the back of our necks stood up as we watched her youngest play peek-a-boo with, well nobody, in the adjoining room. Was it Uncle Jerry’s ghost? We looked at each other. Then we held hands and welcomed Uncle Jerry to the party, letting him know that he was welcome and dearly loved by his family. I secretly asked him to take the floating orb with him on the way out the door.

I peered through my front window. Where was Lucinda? I had asked her to bring the party potatoes. Then I saw a group of women sitting at the neighbor’s door. “Lucinda, is that you?” She started towards me in a backless evening gown. Her well-spoken, handsome husband was helping her along. A few fans followed behind him. “You gave me the wrong address. Here are the friggin’ potatoes.” My eyebrows lifted. Her hubs smiled, patted me on the back and assured me she would be back to herself very soon. “Gosh, her breasts are perky.” I thought. I was suddenly glad I had opted out of wearing my track suit. The potatoes were delicious by the way.

Lucinda’s mood lifted upon seeing Isabella’s daughter, Helena. We introduced Helena to the pre-school gang and off they ran, singing Chim-chim chiree. I took photos to capture all the cuteness. Beaucoup, beaucoup. Cuteness, that is.

Mal brought a whole box of ripe peaches and his face looked fresh from a day of sailing. He offered to take all the kids out on the boat. The mothers shook their heads and smiled. He shrugged and asked me why I had taken my Christmas tree down already.

Mar brought her new virtual cat, Neko. I put Neko in the garage to catch a mouse or two. Charlie went nuts. Mar and I talked about her yoga class, the snow in Spain, and living in Germany.

Margaret was tired after a week of teaching and all of Alison’s gymnastic meets, but we were thrilled to see each other. I introduced her to Isabella and Helena. Margaret is a French teacher.

When Mary walked in I asked her how her lunch went today. “Uh, interesting,” she answered and winked at me. I introduced her to my husband and later whispered to him in my sexiest whisper, “Have you heard of a nooner, honey?” Then I remembered that I’ve got two knee-biters at home every noon. “What? You’re mumbling.” he said. “Never mind.” Mary was in the other room now, waving one hand up in the air to the music and holding up a rotary phone in the other, giggling hysterically.

Meegs was all excited about Pittsburgh playing in the superbowl. I introduced her to Belle. (hee-hee) Meegs was also thrilled that it was her year on the Chinese astrology chart. The year of the dog. I then introduced her to Charlie. She gave a lesson to Charlie, who listened with hears up head cocked to the side. “Dogs are honest, straightforward and friendly. In spite of their concern for others, social graces and fancy parties do not impress them.” Charlie responded by shoving her nose up Meegs behind. I was mortified.

SRP brightened my home with beautiful roses. “It’s February,” she explained. “I am brightening the month with color and uplifting thoughts.“ “Have you met Dave?” I asked, thanking her.

Michele arrived with cast and crutches……and her mother. Oh, and she said she brought somebody named Heidi, too, but I never saw her. “Is Mr. Wonderful coming?” I asked. “I’m sure he’ll be here at some point, “ she said in a sexy voice, smiling and looking over at my blogroll. “May I use your washroom?”

Suddenly, Michele’s mother chimed in, “Why didn’t you do that before we left the house? You always say you don’t have to go, but then ten minutes later…..”

I heard an uproar of laughter. J & J’s Mom’s son had just told everyone his penis had fallen off. I hugged his mom and we caught up everything. This is a woman to admire.

Talk about women to admire. Minerva approached me next. I was thrilled to finally meet her. We discussed the difficulties of her latest chemo treatment, and then I introduced her to Stephanie and Margaret. Great teachers unite! (also with Miz S, J & J’s Mom, Bonnie, so many others here.)

The wind blew in as Miss Meliss walked through the door. She shut it, looked out the window, and then poured out the most hauntingly comforting description of wind I had every heard. We decided to cuddle up with blankets, read Laura Ingalls, and listen to the wind blow.

And then I remembered that Miz S also loves Laura Ingalls. I yelled for her and we all nestled under the blankets. After a bit, I offered Miz S some appetizers. “Oh no thanks. I’m so over all that junk food.” Twenty minutes later I saw her STUFFING her face with spaghetti. I think it was her. I saw the backside. She was wearing those sexy jeans again.

CMHL came through the door with her Ausralian Shepard puppy, Mango, and held up a size 4 pair of pants. Anybody want these? “Not me” I answered. A big smudge of Chocolate Torte was on my chin.

Christine arrived with family from Disney World. Ella and Rachel were thrilled to be meeting again. They compared notes. Yup. Both terrified of the up-close Disney characters. “But maybe when I’m 5 1/2 I won’t be.” Rachel suggested with uncertainty.

Mrs. Darling came without family. She was taking a break. Your recent posts have moved me so, I told her. I’m routing for Tink.

Charlie was just about to sneak a burrito from the table when Mrs. Dort called me. “That will give her awful gas,” she explained. I grabbed the burrito. We quickly changed subjects and discussed her new wallpaper designs.

Mrs. Mogul surprised us by coming all the way from England despite having Braxton-Hicks contractions. I’m having this strong feeling it’s a girl. G-I-R-L. (I’m actually thinking she’s in labor as I’m writing this. Am I right?)

Kimberly, the eloquent architect came through wondering if we had any Frank Lloyd Wright buildings in the area. My husband jumped in and filled her in on all the details. When they were done talking she started making Gingerbread pancakes. That got the pre-school gang in the room. Their parents, too.

CowGirl Up walked through the door carrying the karaoke equipment. “Where’s MommaK?” I asked. “She’s not here yet?”

Vicki, the beautiful, creative animal lover, was giggling in a corner together with Hoss. “Vicki, your photographs have been amazing lately. Do you know Paul Sveda? He’s also an amazing photographer.” I introduced them. By this time Hoss was slowly making the rounds of the room, listening attentively and appreciatively to every soul there, throwing an occasional wise-crack in. This funny man has a heart of Gold.

Sadly, I had to interrupt him. “Go find MommaK! She’s lost.” He was off.

For that matter, where was Amy? Ah, there she was. Contemplating something very seriously while sitting on the steps. “Hey, Amy!” “Hi. I can’t decide where to hold Isaac’s birthday party.” “Well……what about here, right now.” Our faces lit up.

But then…..a smell…..more than 100 people pushed past us out the door. It was hideous.

As I gagged, I glanced behind the crowd. Charlie was laying on the carpet looking uncomfortable.

The burrito.

Things happen for a purpose. As we all huddled in the wind outside, I saw long flowing curly hair on the neighbor’s porch. MommaK! Hoss was with her. We looked at the For Sale sign together and knew. We knew that a year of blogging had brought us to this very moment. It was destiny. She and Hoss would buy this house. We all hugged, kissed and cried. Everyone cheered.

“It’s time for Karaoke!” cried Ribbiticus. Being the fruity scent lover that she was she had deodorized my house while we were out. As we paraded in, she handed out lip balm to everyone. More kissing and crying.

What shall we sing? I asked. Poopie, keeping the faith, sang a few Lou Reed songs. What an enriching soul she is. Then Marie stood up and belted out a few Raffi numbers. At first the crowd wasn’t sure how to respond, but then, one of Lucinda’s husband’s fans recognized Marie from a photo taken of her in a swim aerobics class. This fan and her companion started screaming with excitement.

To be continued on Friday starting with Real E Fun on my blogroll and moving down. No pun intended.

(Did I skip you? Are you not on there? Let me know.)