So I went into this past weekend wanting to make a nice birthday dinner for Dean and that usually involves roast because the boy never gets enough beef as far as he's concerned. So we go grocery shopping Saturday morning and we get done and I fuss over the meat at Walmart and say it's just not good enough and he suggests we go to sams (which I knew he would) and we go and pick up a gigantic roast for half the price and then I casually walk by the birthday cakes and go "oh Dean, do you want a cake?" Yeah.
So then his grandmother dies and his parents aren't going to come over. So I call on Sunday and see if my mom wants to come over...nope... she's working. So I call Shelly... nope... she's working.
We have a colossal cake at home and I think Dean is going to have the saddest birthday ever on Tuesday. Poor thing.
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