I Have A Stomach Ache

I ate this.
this....

then this...

and finally this

last Thursday on my birthday

Then I went to the doctor.
"Would you like to tell me, Miss Lenox, why you ate four birthday cakes all by yourself?"

"Because I'm a Queen and it would have been impolite to refuse."

"Would you like to tell me, Miss Lenox, why you HAVE four birthday cakes?"

"Because I'm a Queen and it would have been impolite to refuse."

"Would you like to tell, Miss Lenox, who gave you all these birthday cakes and why?"

"My four friends gave them to me."

"Why four?"

"I only have four friends."

"I'm not surprised. For a Queen you're awfully hyper."

"Because I ate four birthday cakes!! Aren't you paying attention?"

"Would you like to tell me, Miss Lenox, agaaaiinnn....why you felt it necessary to eat four birthday cakes?"

"You're such a cute single doctor and I just wanted an excuse to come see you? I'm trying to acquire diabetes on the fast track? It goes good with punch? What?! What?! I can't answer your inane questions any longer. I feel sick."

"All you had to do was delete them," he said reaching for the stomach pump, "and stay away from those bowls of rice!"


Thank you Travis, Bond, Katherine and Linda and everybody who left comments. You made my day special. It's been a week since I turned twenty-nine. Again.
I'll invite you all over next year when I turn twenty-nine.

Again.