Happy 28

It's been a whirlwind since my birthday. It started with a family get-together at mom and dad's house. We grilled out and relaxed at home for a bit. I was eagerly awaiting my birthday cake, because I really needed some wishes to come true this year. I caught a glimpse of my cookie cake and noticed it only had one lonely candle on it. I said to mom and Chad, "What's that? One candle? I need my birthday wish this year." Moments later, a smirking Chad presented me with a giant cookie engulfed in tiny flames. I think all the heat baked the cookie a little crispier than it was before. I took a deep breath, but only knocked out a third of the candles. Two puffs more and the inferno was out. Clearly, no wishes were coming true this year. Then I started counting... 25, 26, 27, 28, 29... wait a minute... 35, 36... 43, 45, 46, 47, 48! Whew! I wasn't losing my touch after all. It's a good thing I have 20 more years to practice for the next time I see 48 candles on my cake!