We ordered Nathan a volcano cake at The Rainforest Cafe as we had done for his first birthday. At first, Nathan freaked out at the sparkler on the cake and thought it was some brownie beast with fiery appendages. Once we removed the sparkler, he realized that the dessert monster’s innards were filled with rich ice cream and whipped cream and not unicorn tears and crumpled metal remnants of Thomas the Train (though I really wish some mega-mothra-beast could eat up those pissed off trains with the constipated faces–seriously, how difficult is your life when you are a TRAIN and you have a name like PERCY?).
I’m so glad that birthdays are over because now the focus can be on ME and MOTHER’S DAY! Tell me what you’re doing this weekend, my dear internet friend, and in the meantime, let’s listen to an apropos classic from Danzig, shall we? Nothing says love like a horror punk mixtape!