HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEBBIE!

Dearest Debbie turns 31 today. Let’s all bow our heads in a moment of silence.

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Random Debbie Factoid: Debbie once had a cat that peed on me during one of her birthday parties…

For Debbie’s fourteenth birthday, we went out for pizza at Straw Hat in Vacaville, then went back to her place to watch Wrestlemania before donning our pajamas and popping in a tape of ¡Three Amigos!

Tragedy struck mere seconds later when Debbie’s extremely incontinent cat Mama Kitty climbed onto my back as I lay stretched out on the living room floor, and commenced releasing her bladder. I yelped and the cat took off, leaving me there all pee-covered and smelly. Debbie flew into a fit of hysterics while her dad yelled at her to help me get cleaned up.

Still chuckling, Debbie took me back to her bedroom and found me a clean nightshirt. She went into the bathroom and began to draw a bath. She returned shortly bearing a warm, wet washcloth which she handed to me. She then went into the bathroom, shut the door, and proceeded to take a bath. I had to sponge my back off and change into the clean shirt. This was the first in a long line of Debbie’s-animals-pissing-on-Amanda incidents that would take place over the years. You’d think that eventually I’d learn. Never did.

I left the soiled nightshirt with Debbie’s dirty clothes pile that night and didn’t get it back for like four years, even though we were best friends and spent every waking moment together. It was cool though because when Debbie handed me the clean (and now seriously outdated and rather tiny) nightshirt during our junior year of high school, we remembered the whole kitty-pee incident and laughed our asses off over it. To this day it’s still one of the funniest stories I know. Debbie doesn’t know why she took a bath while leaving me with the washcloth. I don’t even think I was butthurt over it. It was just one of those random funny things in life that makes a person chuckle.

The end.