I'm with you. Zayam rocks - from the sound of it.

I love balloons. I really don't know why adults deny themselves balloons.

I love lamb but twice in quick succession might not be too easy on the digestive system. Balloons! I feel like a kid again when balloons are included in a celebration.

I think it may have been the birthday cake that was the worst culprit. I've just eaten the slice we were sent home with and it really isn't agreeing with me.

Yay balloons! They're great fun. I once watched a stiff, uncomfortable meeting dissolve into a very pleasant gathering when somebody blew up a balloon and started tossing it from one person to another.

You just can't stay stuffy and rigid when there's a balloon involved, unless you have no sense of fun at all. Or unless you're afraid of balloons, I suppose. (I know some people are, poor souls.)

We spend so much of our lives pretending to be grown-up and really we're not- really we're just children with a glaze over the top.

Maybe if we allowed ourselves to be childish (in the good sense) we'd be less childish (in the bad sense). More balloons, fewer bombs!