Happy Birthday To Me (dated to Friday Aug 8th)
Twenty-one. That's how old the calender claimed he was now. Finally old enough to drink legally, and there wasn't a bar in sight. Just his luck.
There wasn't going to be a party, and there wasn't going to be a beer pig. In fact, Logan would be pretty shocked if anyone but Joe even remembered. Still, he was determined not to spend this one miserable, and he'd even made himself a small lopsided cake to mark the occasion. He hadn't considered how depressing it would look once it was iced and in front of him though, and as he stared at the cake he couldn't help but frown slightly.
Linus sat on the floor at his feet, blue blanket between his jaws as he wagged his tail happily.
"Now I know how Charlie Brown must have felt all the time," he told the dog, cutting a small slice of cake and putting it on a plate on the floor.
"Well, happy birthday to me."
There wasn't going to be a party, and there wasn't going to be a beer pig. In fact, Logan would be pretty shocked if anyone but Joe even remembered. Still, he was determined not to spend this one miserable, and he'd even made himself a small lopsided cake to mark the occasion. He hadn't considered how depressing it would look once it was iced and in front of him though, and as he stared at the cake he couldn't help but frown slightly.
Linus sat on the floor at his feet, blue blanket between his jaws as he wagged his tail happily.
"Now I know how Charlie Brown must have felt all the time," he told the dog, cutting a small slice of cake and putting it on a plate on the floor.
"Well, happy birthday to me."