Birthay Surprise

The sickness that I wrote about the other day appears to have been a bout of food poisoning. Mom came down to visit. I was so pleased. I was just finished cleaning the house when I heard a car pull up and Andrew said, "your Mom's here."
When I opened the door. The person standing on the front porch grinning was not Mom after all. It was Sarah. I was so surprised I jumped in the air, squealed with delight and hugged her. "Oh my god. Oh my god!" I shrieked.
Mom stood behind her wiggling with glee and grinning from ear to ear. "Did we surprise you? Did we surprise you?"
"I had no idea," I told her honestly.
"We were so careful," said Sarah, "I went out in the rain to call you so you wouldn't hear Micky barking."


A few weeks earlier when Sarah asked me what I wanted for my birthday I told her, "I told Mom I wanted a visit but if she couldn't do it, a kitchen timer or some glass Tupperware a.k.a. Yupperware." You see because yuppies use it.


Also Auntie was in on it and she didn't give it away when she called me. Well done you guys. I can't remember a better b-day surprise. Mom and Sarah, you scamps!