First of all it's nobody's birthday but Juniorette's school did some bullshit thing when she got a nosebleed. They said she had a temp of 102 and sent her home for two days. This kid was not one iota sick, let me tell you. I think it's because her mom forgot to sell all the raffle tickets or clean out her moldy lunchbox.
The upshot is that we had Friday off and I had wanted to go thrifting. SO, we decided to make a pink birthday cake and Juniorette was allowed to get three scummy toys from the Scummy Toy Table at Salvation Army (where everything is three for a dollar.) The good thing is that this is like Chuck E.
Vomitus Cheese's for the four year old set - the glee immeasurable. "Mommy, mommy, mommy....look...it's Polly Pocket and she's naked! Look, it's Elmo but his head is gone!" So, I could hear her from all over the store and didn't have to worry about anybody running off with her.
Back home, Naked Polly Pocket, Fairy Freak Doll and Small Doll on Acid (seen above) all had to have a bath. This, I knew would take 45 minutes so I not only got to thrift, I also got to sit down while this transpired and try to meditate (heh.)
We then made the cake and decorated it, sang Happy Birthday to nobody in particular and THE BEST PART was the little embellishment I got to add and Juniorette didn't even notice. Sort of like The Simpsons (or so husband tells me when he illegally lets J watch it), "Humor for adults, humor for kids."
Folks, if this ain't artful living, I don't know what is.