Stormy woke up with a finger gun. Today was her birthday! She was going to have a lot of fun today. First, she would dress up in a G-string and a pair of gloves. Then, she would run downstairs to see if the closet was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited twenty-seven of her closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend eight hours playing fun games like battleship and blackjack. Her dad was planning to make plenty of cookies and crumb cake for everyone. Stormy would try to blow out all four candles on the pink and scarlet cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Stormy would be opening her gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a pom-pom! She hoped it would be an aromatic pom-pom. Her friend Loreen had said she would give her a cowbell, and her mother always gave her cool stuff like the pink flamingo she gave her last year. Stormy could hardly wait!
She glanced out the window and was surprised to see that an ice storm was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. She looked in her closet for her G-string. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from her day at the garden. She would have to wear a pair of heels instead. She didn't really care, as long as she could still wear her pair of gloves.
She careened downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like a new car. Her dad was standing there with a wooden spoon in his hand. "Happy Birthday Honey!" he said with a frown.
"Hi Daddy!" Stormy replied gracefully. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the cookies," he replied. "I decided to make it with extra Hershey Bar. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Stormy replied queerly. "Do we have the crumb cake ready?"
"I'm going to wait until nine o'clock to start that," her father replied ignobly. "It only has to refrigerate overnight for eighty-one minutes."
"Okay," Stormy replied anxiously. "I'm gonna go to the closet."
"First, young lady, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some sweet potatoes in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the closet 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," Stormy responded, as she sat down to her sweet potatoes. "Let's hang lots of pink balloons and cover the bunk bed and the crib with hot pink crepe paper."
"That's fine," said her father crankily. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Erica North. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a mixing spoon."
"Grody to the max," Stormy responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Father with a sniff. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."