Angela woke up with a coo. Today was her birthday! She was going to have a lot of fun today. First, she would dress up in a pair of safety glasses and a fur coat. Then, she would run downstairs to see if the attic was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited thirteen of her closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend eight hours playing fun games like old maid and duck duck goose. Her mom was planning to make plenty of fried okra and scrambled eggs for everyone. Angela would try to blow out all twelve candles on the aqua and lavender cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Angela would be opening her gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a sack! She hoped it would be a filthy sack. Her friend Fabien had said he would give her a snail, and her wife always gave her cool stuff like the button she gave her last year. Angela could hardly wait!
She glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a thunderstorm was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. She looked in her closet for her pair of safety glasses. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from her day at the canyon. She would have to wear a fez instead. She didn't really care, as long as she could still wear her fur coat.
She clambered downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like freshly baked cookies. Her mom was standing there with a knife in her hand. "Happy Birthday Honey!" she said with a pound of the chest.
"Hi Mommy!" Angela replied greedily. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the fried okra," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra corn chips. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Angela replied vacantly. "Do we have the scrambled eggs ready?"
"I'm going to wait until five o'clock to start that," her mother replied accidentally. "It only has to refrigerate overnight for twelve minutes."
"Okay," Angela replied daintily. "I'm gonna go to the attic."
"First, young lady, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some lobster bisque in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the attic first?" she begged.
"It looks just like it always does," her mother replied. "Remember, I'm depending on you to help with the decorating."
"Oh yeah," Angela responded, as she sat down to her lobster bisque. "Let's hang lots of teal balloons and cover the billiard table and the washstand with carrot-orange crepe paper."
"That's fine," said her mother trustingly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite singer, Faye Douglas. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has an electric paint mixer."
"Son of a Baptist preacher," Angela responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a sigh. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."