806. an aunt of mine and her cousin
807. my oldest brother
808. I think the day went well. I was given a card, signed by the rest of the staff, and we all went to a restaurant for lunch. My wife was invited, but was unable to attend. Around four thirty, we had ice cream cake. Nothing to shake the Earth, but a little recognition for this, the 15th anniversary of my hire date.
809. I think Sonic ought to be charged with a felony. Their slurpies are so cold, they give me ice cream headache, and they hurt all the way down. One was all I ever intend having.
810. I think there will be no soup for you. (You would have to watch Sienfeld to understand what I mean).