Hillary woke up with a simper. Today was her birthday! She was going to have a lot of fun today. First, she would dress up in a pair of sweatpants and a G-string. Then, she would run downstairs to see if the conservatory was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited twenty of her closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend eight hours playing fun games like baseball and charades. Her mom was planning to make plenty of hamburgers and lime sherbet for everyone. Hillary would try to blow out all thirty-one candles on the chocolate brown and sea green cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Hillary would be opening her gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a helmet! She hoped it would be a rough helmet. Her friend Anatoly had said he would give her a calling card, and her grandma always gave her cool stuff like the peace pipe she gave her last year. Hillary 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 pair of sweatpants. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from her day at the pasture. She would have to wear a miniskirt instead. She didn't really care, as long as she could still wear her G-string.
She breezed downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like success. Her mom was standing there with a dish cloth in her hand. "Happy Birthday Honey!" she said with a growl.
"Hi Mommy!" Hillary replied greedily. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the hamburgers," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra strawberries. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Hillary replied tensely. "Do we have the lime sherbet ready?"
"I'm going to wait until nine o'clock to start that," her mother replied timidly. "It only has to allow to rise in warm place for several hours for twenty-two minutes."
"Okay," Hillary replied uneasily. "I'm gonna go to the conservatory."
"First, young lady, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some tacos in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the conservatory 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," Hillary responded, as she sat down to her tacos. "Let's hang lots of polka dotted balloons and cover the umbrella stand and the credenza with amber crepe paper."
"That's fine," said her mother suddenly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Kelly Pryor. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a paring knife."
"Deranged," Hillary responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a face palm. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."