Kurt woke up with a roar. 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 wedding dress. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the tool shed was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited sixteen of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend five hours playing fun games like hearts and leapfrog. His mom was planning to make plenty of ham and lasagna for everyone. Kurt would try to blow out all eight candles on the blue and rose cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Kurt would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a button! He hoped it would be a chic button. His friend Muerto had said he would give him a flash drive, and his wife always gave him cool stuff like the notepad she gave him last year. Kurt 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 garden. He would have to wear a locket instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his wedding dress.
He proceeded downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like a hospital. His mom was standing there with a pair of chopsticks in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a cheer.
"Hi Mommy!" Kurt replied boisterously. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the ham," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra eggs. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Kurt replied unexpectedly. "Do we have the lasagna ready?"
"I'm going to wait until five o'clock to start that," his mother replied boisterously. "It only has to deep fry for eighty-three minutes."
"Okay," Kurt replied unabashedly. "I'm gonna go to the tool shed."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some candy in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the tool shed 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 candy. "Let's hang lots of terra cotta balloons and cover the pillow and the toilet with tan crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother later. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Babs Sartre. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a candy thermometer."
"Who says?," Kurt responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a yawn. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."