SPCAssholes!

Look what I got today!

Guess who was squashed inside?!

Another bear!

But where's the tag with my name on it beyotches?

Plus, omg people, you know how much I complain about the SPCA blowing my ten dollars on sending crap back to me. Turns out they are royally ripping people off! And by royally, I mean marginally. Basically the SPCA in Montreal was awesome enough to name itself the Canadian SPCA so that many people, like myself, would think their donations were being sent to a national SPCA and that the money was doled out where needed. My complaint being that the money was being doled out on mini teddy bears. Here's" an article about it. The article doesn't mention one thing that was pointed out on CTV news though, which was that this particular SPCA spends ten times as much on "advertising" as any other SPCA in Canada!! As if I already didn't know this. Now I just have to place the blame on Montreal instead of the rest of Canada. Way to go Montreal!

On an added note, here's a quote from the article: "In Nova Scotia, the SPCA put up a warning on its website, saying the "'Canadian SPCA' is at it again...". "Have you received your t-shirt or keychain yet? Did you send a donation to help abused animals? Did you know that ALL your money went to the MONTREAL SPCA, to support their work in Quebec?"

What the shit?

Where the hell is my t-shirt?!

Birthday Celebration the Third!

The event begins with the makings of loot bags, or as I call them, loop bags. Climb this mountain of loop bags!

Here's what went in them!

Loop bags!

Other party items were also required. If by required I mean I splashed out on junk at the dollar store. Which is exactly what I did mean.

This bingo machine gets busted out and brought to PIzza Diarist's place where the party got bizzay.

Okay party people! It's time to enter the Party Zone!

Many bingo prizes were carefully arranged on the floor in piles.

Bingo Birthday Party was also Dessert Birthday Party.

S & M made this fabulous bowl layer cake with hippo ornament I accidentally left behind. Rip! But it was super deilsh.

I ate several pieces off of this totally faboo ZooPals plate. Fem dolphins have always had a way with me.

Gifts and cards were given! Thanks everyone!

Oh yeah! Knit robots for everyone! As soon as the issue with the knit robot directions arrive!

Candy pile!

Thanks to Dollarama, I now know that a party is not complete without these party poppers, a.k.a. confetti bombs, a.k.a. party explosion, a.k.a. how I am easily entertained.

Here you can see how it turns a "floor" into a "party floor".

You really need to judge a party based on the floor at the end of the night.

Another good sign your party is going well? When someone says "I feel like I'm in a Wes Anderson movie."

Other things required to make your party a success:

Great hats.

A musical straw that plays "Happy Birthday" every time the birthday princess takes a sip of water.

Spills.

Polaroids, of the non-raunchy variety.

Someone tasting crepe paper because they don't believe the three other people who could confirm it tasted horrible.

And friends willing to indulge in your bingo playing candy eating antics. Instead of posting those photos however, I will leave you with what I considered the bingo prize of the night. How did I rate them? This one made someone choke on his cake and spew it out all over the floor. It wins!

But really, didn't we all win?