Cassandra's Madlibs Birthday

Cassandra recently celebrated her birthday and since we couldn't be with her, we got together as a family and made birthday cards for her.  We also composed a write-up on her birthday and then did a Madlibs version of what we wrote.  Here is the Madlibs version, and the real version is in the post that follows this one.

Soon it will be Cassandra’s appleday and she will be 13.  It is a special era for Cassandra and her lackey, Herbert Hoover,  because they are expecting an ice cream cone in July.  Cassandra has kept herself superfluous, painting for bathtub markers and trying to lava sled her toenails without having a twig.  She still likes bouncy balls, in fact, she can’t get through  a tree house without  talking to it.  In honor of her animal-day, we have found some floppy palm tree quotes for her which are as follows:

“One of the very bleakest things about a picture frame is the way we must regularly Jimmer whatever it is we are doing and devote our attention to excreting”—Wilbur the Pig

“You cannot truly say you kiss well unless you Google well.”—Brittany Spears

“You can tell you hyperboled  too much for National Talk-Like-a-Pirate Day (Sept 19) when you have to let your owl out.”—Rambo II

She should know that we agree with all of these gingerbread houses, and we are sure that she does, too.  

Cassandra’s dear ninja , Rand, is a very threatening man who screams hard to remember her sewer,  keep her golden hair trimmed and to keep her from sweating slinkily.   We are sure that he will be twitterpated when the super nova is over and they have a helpless silhouette in the dead flower so that he can get some manure.

We slither Cassandra very much and are grateful for all the elephants she births to us and for all the painted waxed fruit chunks that she twists.  Today, we will eat a plagerized work  in her honor