Clearly, I need to reconfigure my wishbone soothsaying

So, that went well. Really well.

Crap, we should have mentioned we planned on getting married. Maybe Christmas.

We were so nice to the waitress that she started warbling near the end with pleasant tip expectations, there were no fights, and it turned out to be a surprise birthday celebration for ME! ME!

Also the waitress totally didn't think we were 21, that was nice.

They brought a cake, with chocolate and chestnuts. I had two small pieces to hide the fact that I plan on having cake three meals a day until it is gone. It's very good cake. I also got one of the sweet sweaters that Jorge always gets- I've been angling for one for years- and Jorge got one too, which I choose to believe is me getting two sweaters.

Also, they liked our apartment. The CLOTU gave me some housekeeping tips- I deflected them to Señor C's jobless state, but we all agreed that expecting him to clean was a funny joke and moved on. They also think we have lots of plants.

So my outlaws: probably not zombies bent on destruction. At least not all the time.

And the reference to my birthday is totally a subtle tip for y'all to send me birthday wishes. And cake.