First of all......GREATEST BIRTHDAY. ....EVER.

Of course, Mike chose to go to work instead of stay home and let the family come with me for my birthday dinner, but that was the worst part of the day.

I called my Grandad to come and pick me up because I had no ride now, and the family wouldn't be able to make it, so he said alright, and he would be here at 4:30 to 4:45, and I agreed. Well, it was about 3:40, and I hopped in the shower.

I heard Mike call out for Charlie, and thought it was just his usual, "Hey, they're gonna need you at work" or whatever.

Now dressed, I come out and Charlie is in his best vest, shoes on and a "Why, God, Why?" Look on his face, and he said, "Guess what?".

Kinda worried, I make a "Hm?" sound, and looked at him while fishing around for my earings.

"I'm comin to dinner with ya..." I look up in surprise and happiness. "Your grandad called and invited me---"

"YAY!" I practically tackled him, hugging him all tight.

"I turned him down at first, but mom and Hoss convinced me to go, and I called him back to ask if the offer was still up, that the stuff I had to do could wait, and now, I get to go have...dinner.....with your fam-i-ly.....Iiiigh....."

Charlie hates his in-laws, lol.

So 4:50 rolls around (Grandpa is fashionably late, as always) and we squeeze into the truck. Now when I squeeze, that is more of an understatement. We were practically airtight in that truck. The three of us aren't exactly small, ya know?

Now, dinner is about to go down, and we are waiting on my dad, sister, brother, and step-mom to show up, and I am having my before-dinner cigarette. Not more than 2 minutes into my smoke, dad pulls up with my step sis and brother.

We go in, pay and start to sit, I start to wait by the entrance for my step-mom to get there so I can show her where we are sitting. Grandpa comes up and pokes me in the ribs and tells me to get with Charlie and grab some food.

Dinner is off without a hitch.

I am on my second plate, Charlie is on his fourth (He had five total...XD) and my sister gave up on the challenge she issued to Charlie. I open my card from dad, since he and grandpa were away from the table, and my dad had told me not to open it up next to my grandad.

I am surprised by the weight and thickness of the card. On the front it has a rather cartoony Obama on the front and reads: "Your birthday is all about change!" and on the inside it reads: "I had just enough of it left to buy you this card" and my dad's message read: "19 1/1 of a century. No wonder they all think you're my girlfriend! Enjoy the giftage! Mwahahahahaaa!" And what made the card so thick....

A Trojan to Go 2 pack of ultra thin Condoms.....

I went dead quiet and at first Charlie thought it was a cellphone battery. He was all "What the phuck?" and I simply closed it and put it away. "I can never look at Daddy the same," I said in an embarrassed voice.

My step-mom, step-sister, and brother all looked at me kinda funny. I told them that dad just gave me condoms for my birthday, and Alex (my bro) laughed and said "I saw the receipt at home!" and Lynzel (My step-sister) said one of the most adult things I have EVER heard a teenager say:

"WOO! Get it ON, Cassie, Get it ON! WOO! Stick it!"

Rhea (you can guess which one) shushed her up, "Stop it, you're embarrassing Charlie!"

Charlie shook his head, "Nah, not embarrassed, just holding back my laughter." I was shocked. Couldn't stand to look Daddy in the face.

Well, we get home, and I get a call from my mom, and she told me to take one of the condoms back to my dad, and say, "Sorry, you can take this one, the one we tried was too small, so I figured this one would be too, thanks though!"

That was about three hours ago. I watched Wall-E and Charlie played on the computer. I bought some stuff from the family dollar as my own gifts to me, which brings all of the gifts to a stuffed bunny, two sharpeners, three notebooks, a mirror, a tub (for storing stuff) [that was what I got myself], two lindtt excellence Vibrant orange chocolate bars, two ghiardelli chocolate bars (one Dark & Mint and one Dark& Caramel), a Ritter Sport Hazelnut chocolate bar, condoms (all from daddy), fifty bucks (Grandpa), a Tweety Bird night gown, and a pack of smokes from Charlie's parents.

We just finished with the birthday cake, and Charlie's innocently cute personality keeps making me squee. This is what was said while I cutting a little more cake for me and him:

Ch: "Where'd you find these candles?" *gesturing to the blackish brown candles on the cake*

Me: "Dunno, mom was the one who got them. Chocolate I think." *hands him the black/brown candle*

Ch: "Does it taste like Chocolate?" *eyeballing the candle*

Me: "Dunno, maybe." *shrugging and trying to cut the cake*

Ch: "......-MUNCH-" *chomps down on the candle*

Me: "O.O CHARLIE!" *watches him chew a bit*

Ch: "Nah, doesn't taste like chocolate..." *sets it down*

Me: "Whyyyyy?" *shaking head*

Ch: "You said it tasted like Chocolate." *shrugs*

Me: "I said maybe, I didn't say it did!"

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Anyway, all in all, I had a great birthday. Hooray for being 19!