What's for dinner?

What's for dinner?

A big steaming plate of last nights

with a dash of yesteryears. This temporal platter was really gonna hit the spot. Reading any kind of history makes my mouth water. I had an aged 1984 sexy fireman calendar in the

cellar that I was planning to pair with a 1972 Farmer's Almanac that I'd splurged on. I was drooling just thinking about it. I decided to sneak down for a quick peek. Zoinks!

There was a total eclipse on July 10th, 1972, my birthday! I looked at the druidic tattoo on my forearm. It'd been there since I can remember. I booked an eclipse vacation to Stone

a couple of heretics over the weekend. All I could think about was how great this birthday was! I thought about this with a stew of emotions, such as sadnees, irony and

, well, even joy because (after all), I love buttercream icing and I blew out all of the candles in one breath. Never mind that the weekend was slightly marred by the behavior of

my mother. She always thinks my birthday party is her party. She invites her friends and they drink mimosas and smoke at the table. I sat looking at my cake, thinking that when I

than I and yet not a day wiser, and I have to say, I think the whole thing went better than expected. I still don't quite know where the pineapple came from, though.