Romeo woke up with a jeer. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a pair of UGGs and a bra. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the workshop was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited two of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend four hours playing fun games like volleyball and billiards. His dad was planning to make plenty of Froot Loops and Swiss cheese for everyone. Romeo would try to blow out all six candles on the mauve and polka dotted cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Romeo would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a spittoon! He hoped it would be a frilly spittoon. His friend Toni had said she would give him a bone, and his mentor always gave him cool stuff like the napkin she gave him last year. Romeo could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a windstorm was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his pair of UGGs. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the dumpster. He would have to wear a fez instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his bra.
He straggled downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like baked beans. His dad was standing there with a piece of cheesecloth in his hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" he said with a simper.
"Hi Daddy!" Romeo replied happily. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the Froot Loops," he replied. "I decided to make it with extra honey. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Romeo replied slowly. "Do we have the Swiss cheese ready?"
"I'm going to wait until eleven o'clock to start that," his father replied fiercely. "It only has to poach lightly for ninety minutes."
"Okay," Romeo replied menacingly. "I'm gonna go to the workshop."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some pie a la mode in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the workshop first?" he begged.
"It looks just like it always does," his father replied. "Remember, I'm depending on you to help with the decorating."
"Oh yeah," Romeo responded, as he sat down to his pie a la mode. "Let's hang lots of lime-green balloons and cover the hammock and the stool with yellow crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his father warmly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite singer, Bunny Bradley. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a mixing spoon."
"Criminy," Romeo responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Father with a sneeze. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."