Kurt woke up with a blush. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a bra and a tinfoil hat. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the atrium was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited twenty-eight of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend three hours playing fun games like golf and treasure hunt. His mom was planning to make plenty of ice cream and hors d'oeuvre for everyone. Kurt would try to blow out all thirty-two candles on the orange and purple cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Kurt would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a cream puff! He hoped it would be a polka-dotted cream puff. His friend Bull had said he would give him a notepad, and his mentor always gave him cool stuff like the can of soup she gave him last year. Kurt could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a period of warm weather was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his bra. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the lagoon. He would have to wear a birthday suit instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his tinfoil hat.
He traipsed downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like a Christmas tree. His mom was standing there with a spoon in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a titter.
"Hi Mommy!" Kurt replied threateningly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the ice cream," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra wasabi powder. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Kurt replied energetically. "Do we have the hors d'oeuvre ready?"
"I'm going to wait until twelve o'clock to start that," his mother replied merrily. "It only has to fry for nineteen minutes."
"Okay," Kurt replied courageously. "I'm gonna go to the atrium."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some strawberry shortcake in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the atrium 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," Kurt responded, as he sat down to his strawberry shortcake. "Let's hang lots of olive green balloons and cover the washstand and the futon with terra cotta crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother quickly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Carol Potatohead. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a spatula."
"Huh," Kurt responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a hoot. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."