Yesterday was my mother's birthday. Happy birthday, Mum!
To celebrate, we went to Bugaboo Steak Whatever. This is one of those restaurants which insist on taking their theme aspect too far. Therefore - obviously - when they are alerted it is someone's birthday, they drag out every available person working there and sing a song and give dessert to the birthday person. Bugaboo Steak Whatever also features a stuffed moose that you Must Kiss. (Capital letters. It is COMMANDED.)
In preparation for this dinner, Dad and I therefore had to sign off on the following agreement:
I, Peter and Heather, agree to NOT invite the moose to Judy's birthday dinner...or FACE CONSEQUENCES.
We agreed to it. It's not like we had a choice, really... though Dad did sign with his favorite fake name, Irving.
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