Thanks to the templates at The Party Animal Blog so much of our Angry Birds party looked awesome. Yet, I once again realized something very true about myself – I’m a girl. A girly girl who doesn’t particularly like loud and crazy. So 8 boys in my house for 3 hours means that I was VERY thankful my hubby was around to help!
It’s just a guess.
the boys developing hard ‘levels’ of the game with cardboard boxes and tennis balls (representing the pigs). We even put an angry birds face onto the dodge ball. The faces frequently fell off the balloons and balls provoking fits of giggling and shouts of ‘bird murderer!’
The next day, I kept spotting unusual things around the house:
Didn’t realize I had an angry bird clock.