Meghan woke up with a wag of the finger. Today was her birthday! She was going to have a lot of fun today. First, she would dress up in a bracelet and a thong. Then, she would run downstairs to see if the closet was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited eight of her closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend four hours playing fun games like volleyball and jacks. Her dad was planning to make plenty of burritos and potatoes and gravy for everyone. Meghan would try to blow out all thirty-three candles on the maroon and burgundy cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Meghan would be opening her gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a pacifier! She hoped it would be a peculiar pacifier. Her friend Maureen had said she would give her a church key, and her grandfather always gave her cool stuff like the tube of glue she gave her last year. Meghan could hardly wait!
She glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a snowstorm was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. She looked in her closet for her bracelet. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from her day at the badlands area. She would have to wear a sari instead. She didn't really care, as long as she could still wear her thong.
She dove downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like paint. Her dad was standing there with a meat thermometer in his hand. "Happy Birthday Honey!" he said with a kiss.
"Hi Daddy!" Meghan replied trustingly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the burritos," he replied. "I decided to make it with extra vinegar. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Meghan replied strangely. "Do we have the potatoes and gravy ready?"
"I'm going to wait until two o'clock to start that," her father replied roughly. "It only has to mix joyously for seventy-three minutes."
"Okay," Meghan replied hopefully. "I'm gonna go to the closet."
"First, young lady, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some pumpkin pie 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," Meghan responded, as she sat down to her pumpkin pie. "Let's hang lots of azure balloons and cover the armoire and the chair with golden crepe paper."
"That's fine," said her father daringly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite singer, Maria Gong. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a melon baller."
"Now we're talking," Meghan responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Father with a sniffle. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."