Britt woke up with a bound. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a wedding dress and a pair of earrings. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the foyer was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited twelve of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend one hour playing fun games like chess and blackjack. His mom was planning to make plenty of hot dogs and pretzels for everyone. Britt would try to blow out all ten candles on the lime-green and sea green cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Britt would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a paperclip! He hoped it would be a cardboard paperclip. His friend Rip had said he would give him an ironing board, and his girlfriend always gave him cool stuff like the cotton ball she gave him last year. Britt could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a sleet storm was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his wedding dress. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the badlands area. He would have to wear a pair of handcuffs instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his pair of earrings.
He slunk downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like a bakery. His mom was standing there with an oven mitt in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a sigh.
"Hi Mommy!" Britt replied sarcastically. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the hot dogs," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra fresh parsley. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Britt replied offhandedly. "Do we have the pretzels ready?"
"I'm going to wait until twelve o'clock to start that," his mother replied blindly. "It only has to place on serving dish for twenty-one minutes."
"Okay," Britt replied charmingly. "I'm gonna go to the foyer."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some jambalaya 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," Britt responded, as he sat down to his jambalaya. "Let's hang lots of teal balloons and cover the futon and the beanbag chair with golden crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother merrily. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite singer, Shawna Deutsch. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a knife."
"Oh my word," Britt responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a crow. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."