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

next see a cake, sometime after the slaughter and the trial and conviction, it might contain the means of my deliverance. But I endured my Mom and her toxic friends, one year older

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.