he runs the water while she sits on the bed sobbing over her plate of birthday cake, so regretful of ever having bought the triple layer cake instead of the chocolate mousse one.
she sings happy birthday to me as she begins her intimate evening ritual, her long hair loosely tousled beneath a pink vinyl shower cap as she spreads a thick green mud mask over her face.
when suddenly he wakes up, realizing that it was all just a dream as it hits him that he forgot to take out the garbage last night and the garbage truck has just roared past his house.
not wanting to be late for his dinner date, he spends the entire morning, afternoon, and the first part of the evening napping so he will have plenty of energy to ride his pogo stick to the restaurant.
she's a little tipsy from inhaling the aroma cloud of cologne and beer breath that is wafting across the table towards her, but she enjoys his company nonetheless.
she rummaged through her purse, pulling out her emergency bottle of pepto bismol; she knew enough never to go anywhere with him unless that bottle was safely within reach!
