Who: Denim and Hunter What: Its her Birthday When: Backdated to the 31st Where: Places Rating: TBD Open?: Nope
Twenty six. Twenty six years ago today on a cruise ship in the middle of some ocean she'd been born...and it was deemed the best day ever. At least by her. It was such a good day to Denim that she refused to even have her shop open today, opting to just lounge around the house in her pajamas eating junk food and doing whatever she wanted. The only flaw in this plan? Hunter hadn't been able to get the day off, leaving her just the pups and the kitten to entertain herself with. So far she'd painted Bacardi and Monkey's nails, given JD a bath because he'd smelt way too much like dog, then she sat them down with her to watch a movie and eat ice cream (but only she was eating the ice cream). When the movie was over she turned on the radio and just started dancing around the house, the dogs joining in with happy little yips and occasionally jumping up on her in the process.
In all reality she was just waiting for a phone call from her fiance, figuring that he was going to call her and tell her to get ready to go for diner or something along those lines. He always surprised her with something so of course she assumed that today wasn't going to be any different.