Annabelle woke up with a roar. Today was her birthday! She was going to have a lot of fun today. First, she would dress up in a thong and a babushka. Then, she would run downstairs to see if the boudoir was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited sixteen of her closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend eight hours playing fun games like Mother May I and doctor. Her dad was planning to make plenty of pancakes and enchiladas for everyone. Annabelle would try to blow out all six candles on the turquoise and sea green cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Annabelle would be opening her gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a key! She hoped it would be a used key. Her friend Pamela had said she would give her a flower, and her girlfriend always gave her cool stuff like the fountain pen she gave her last year. Annabelle could hardly wait!
She glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a lightning storm was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. She looked in her closet for her thong. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from her day at the rainforest. She would have to wear a hoodie instead. She didn't really care, as long as she could still wear her babushka.
She inched downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like a candle shop. Her dad was standing there with a candy thermometer in his hand. "Happy Birthday Honey!" he said with a shout.
"Hi Daddy!" Annabelle replied strictly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the pancakes," he replied. "I decided to make it with extra garlic powder. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Annabelle replied sadly. "Do we have the enchiladas ready?"
"I'm going to wait until seven o'clock to start that," her father replied queerly. "It only has to bake at 450 degrees F for sixty-three minutes."
"Okay," Annabelle replied demurely. "I'm gonna go to the boudoir."
"First, young lady, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some falafel in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the boudoir first?" she begged.
"It looks just like it always does," her father replied. "Remember, I'm depending on you to help with the decorating."
"Oh yeah," Annabelle responded, as she sat down to her falafel. "Let's hang lots of striped balloons and cover the computer and the cushion with green crepe paper."
"That's fine," said her father unnaturally. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Sylvia MacKenzie. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a grater."
"Aaah," Annabelle responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Father with a chuckle. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."