B-day cake & so on.
The birthday cake? In its official splendor? As only a true, tree-hugging, Democrat liberal would like it?
Yes, Blackberry Pie. No eggs, no milk, honey-sweetened. What’s that Fatboy slim song? Star 69?
(Arcane musical allusion, just for fun.)
Unrelated:
The folly of youth, which is just disturbing.
There’s a whole “birthday thang” subtext that’s getting omitted. Just easier. To say the least, there’s a piquant poignancy about spending time around one’s parental units.
It brings back reconciliation memories from years ago.
