Deb woke up with a smirk. Today was her birthday! She was going to have a lot of fun today. First, she would dress up in a bow tie and a G-string. Then, she would run downstairs to see if the ballroom was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited twenty-five of her closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend one hour playing fun games like poker and leapfrog. Her mom was planning to make plenty of tuna casserole and lobster for everyone. Deb would try to blow out all twenty-two candles on the peach and emerald green cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Deb would be opening her gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a piggy bank! She hoped it would be a heavy piggy bank. Her friend JD had said he would give her a tube of glue, and her friend always gave her cool stuff like the Band-aid she gave her last year. Deb could hardly wait!
She glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a hot day was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. She looked in her closet for her bow tie. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from her day at the steppe. She would have to wear an award medal instead. She didn't really care, as long as she could still wear her G-string.
She zoomed downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like rotten eggs. Her mom was standing there with a wooden spoon in her hand. "Happy Birthday Honey!" she said with a beam.
"Hi Mommy!" Deb replied blankly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the tuna casserole," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra English muffin. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Deb replied zestily. "Do we have the lobster ready?"
"I'm going to wait until nine o'clock to start that," her mother replied tenderly. "It only has to whirl for sixty minutes."
"Okay," Deb replied pityingly. "I'm gonna go to the ballroom."
"First, young lady, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some popcorn in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the ballroom 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," Deb responded, as she sat down to her popcorn. "Let's hang lots of chartreuse balloons and cover the pedestal and the rocking chair with mauve crepe paper."
"That's fine," said her mother proudly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite singer, Elise Brazil. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a pair of chopsticks."
"Shiver me timbers," Deb responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a pound of the chest. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."