The daughter turned sixteen yesterday, so we threw her a big silly party. (Well, okay. The Lloyd Center skating rink people threw her a big silly party. We just paid for the thing. Heh.)

Near as I can tell, she and the half-dozen friends who showed up all had a good time, and she was delighted by the party and the presents and especially the chance to go ice skating. (She’s only been asking to do so since she was, oh, maybe six years old?) I may not understand the big deal about a girl’s sixteenth birthday, but I’m not enough of a brainless lump to let said birthday slide on by without at least trying to make a decent event out of it.

So: Happy Birthday, kiddo!