After what seemed like the longest week ever( remember we had just returned from Disney on Monday), Pookah had the nerve to wake up at 545 am on Saturday Morning. I needed coffee IV. I spent most of the morning cleaning and the evening at a Birthday party for Pookah’s “number one bro”. He also has a “number two bro” so I guess they are all the three musketeers? Anyway, they are cute. They had pizza at the party, and of course, Pookah couldn’t eat any. But I had promised him pizza afterwards, so he was satisfied. And I had Starbucks. So I guess that was all that mattered right?