Parson woke up with a sigh. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a blazer and a pair of khakis. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the foyer was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited twenty-nine of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend five hours playing fun games like jacks and poker. His mom was planning to make plenty of country glazed ham and chopped liver for everyone. Parson would try to blow out all six candles on the ivory and lavender cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Parson would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a can of beans! He hoped it would be a hollow can of beans. His friend Roman had said he would give him a spittoon, and his friend always gave him cool stuff like the tube of glue she gave him last year. Parson could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a typhoon was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his blazer. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the prairie. He would have to wear a ponytail instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his pair of khakis.
He sprinted downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like a steakhouse. His mom was standing there with a garlic press in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a dope slap.
"Hi Mommy!" Parson replied roughly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the country glazed ham," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra Velveeta cheese. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Parson replied perkily. "Do we have the chopped liver ready?"
"I'm going to wait until twelve o'clock to start that," his mother replied sympathetically. "It only has to grill for thirteen minutes."
"Okay," Parson replied furiously. "I'm gonna go to the foyer."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some cherries jubilee in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the foyer first?" he begged.
"It looks just like it always does," his mother replied. "Remember, I'm depending on you to help with the decorating."
"Oh yeah," Parson responded, as he sat down to his cherries jubilee. "Let's hang lots of striped balloons and cover the china cabinet and the washing machine with silver crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother quickly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite singer, Cherise Metzger. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a potato masher."
"Pish posh," Parson responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a fist bump. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."