Bouncing

So my mom had her birthday (I would be put to death if I listed her age) on April 24th. She called me the weekend before and asked if I could drive up for a party. It was a little unexpected since other plans had been made for Aaron to visit me, but in the end my mom always wins...
She wouldn't tell me what was going on, which meant she had spent a good amount of time setting up some devious plan for all of us. After doing a little investigative work (hey, it's my job - seriously) I got information that a bounce house may be there. Yes, that isn't a misprint, she really got a bounce house. Here are a few reasons I was surprised - there are only four little kids (and actually one lives in California so he wouldn't be there) and the rest of us are adults; oh and we have never had a bounce house before.
It was great! We bounced (when the adult boys weren't acting crazy and attempting to kill each other) and had a grand old time. We also played some fun games - put the nose on the face (my mom's version of pin the tail on the donkey), bubble blowing contests (with bubbles, not bubble gum), and musical catchphrase (although not many of us can hum or whistle).