Birthdays

I love Birthdays, even if it's not mine. I like getting and giving presents and the cake, and I love going out to eat, which seems to be common for birthdays with my friends and family. I don't usually go out to sit down restaurants unless it's an occasion.

Some of my friends get a pinata at their house whenever it was someone's birthday. That is always exciting. Sometimes the candy would be chocolates or it would be sweet stuff, like sweethearts and suckers. It was so exciting!

Birthdays are just so happy. I'm talking about this because it's my friends birthday tomorrow and she's turning 21 so of course we have to go out tonight at midnight. She's lucky too because her parents live near Madison and so are taking her out to dinner tonight, then we're going out with friends, and tomorrow on her actual birthday, she gets to go out with friends again for dinner. And her boyfriend took her out to lunch today, too. I don't know, I guess it's fun because I don't eat out much. I'm going to have to make her cake somewhere tomorrow, too, because she's going to be home whenever I am tomorrow, unless I can get her out of the house right before dinner so she can't smell it beforehand. Our place is small, she would know. Have to be sneaky.

On the Loose

Yesterday, my roommate's sister was over and we were all just chilling in the living room and watching tv. She decides to get up and walk around the couch to the kitchen. As she proceeds, she trips over the playstation cord, and somehow falls dramatically into this little marble top table, held up by a wooden elephant. Her face hits the marble, the fish tank falls off, the lamp crashes to the floor, and the flower pot spills all it's dirt to the floor, mixing in with the water from the fish tank. Now, the table is broken in half, there is dirt and water everywhere, and the frogs in the tank are bouncing, hopefully, somewhere on the floor. She turns to look at us, her eyes wide open and her top lip bleeding down her face.
We scramble to find the frogs first, which are the size of a fingernail. My roommate refills the tank with the water we had set out to clean the tank.

No luck. It's been about five minutes.
Finally, I see something out of the corner of my eye, a hop. There is one of the little frogs, all the way across the living room, hopping towards under the lazy boy. I yell out that I found one and in a blink of an eye, my roommate's sister lunges toward it and scoops it up in her hands, and tosses it into the tank.
Just one more.
Another few minutes passes by. My roommate is freaking out because she doesn't know how long they can be out of the water and survive. Mid-sentence, she screams out pointing, there is the last frog, hopping straight for her sister. Again, she scoops up the frog as fast as possible and dumps it into the tank. After we got both back in, we were so relieved. One, we didn't want our frogs to die, and two, we didn't want to find our frogs dead somewhere.
After we set the tank back up, I screwed the table back together while the other two started to pick up all the dirt and clean up the white carpet. The carpet is still wet this morning, our fan does nothing.