My Incrediburgable Birthday
I can't remember the last time I had a themed birthday party. I know when I turned 5 I had a Muppet party. I had a party at Burger King when I turned 6. When I turned 8, I had a Ziggy cake. On my 10th birthday, my mom bought a generic rainbow cake we shared with the movers. We moved from Texas to Georgia the next day. I think that was the last of my childhood birthday parties.
Throughout my 20s, birthdays were late night parties, drinking caipirinha and dancing to samba. The last few years, birthdays meant camping trips on the beach or a trip abroad. But this year, with my mom and Mrs. T's mom both in town, an old-fashioned birthday party was inevitable.
I returned home from work to find my dining room completely covered in Burger Chef confetti and a giant Burger Chef cake on the table.
Mrs. T went to town on the cake. The hat was strawberry shortcake and the face was apricot shortcake. The eyes and mouth were chocolate chips, and the tongue a strawberry slice.
The presents were great too, including a Call Upon Yoda from Mrs. T and a bottle of Metaxa Private Reserve from my Evil Little Brother. The mother-in-law even brought me a Rin from Japan. Hurray for family!



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