If you've read this shitty blog before, you know I think celebrating birthdays of dead people is ridiculous.
That said, Dr. Seuss is an exception.
Go fuck yourself.
It was cool to see the libary turn into a Seussian wonderland yesterday. We had people dressed up as the Cat himself and a Thing One. Dare I say it, it was even cool to see so many happy fucking children. One came in as a Thing Two and completed our little team of cosplayers.
There was even one little girl who regulated on my ass when I complimented her shoes.
Then she gave me a big smile and a wave as she walked out the door and I was smitten.
Another adorable little girl who happened to share a birthday with Doc got serenaded by the Cat himself, along with about a hundred other Whovillians. Whovillistanians?
Anyway, it was a good day.