|courtesy of bzzagent.com. I know I have eaten slices that look exactly like this, yellow rose and all.|
|courtesy of texmextogo.com. I swear we smashed one just like this little guy.|
|courtesy of dailymail.co.uk. Like this, but indoors or on the patio. I can also remember a year or two with pin the tail on the donkeys on the sliding class door.|
These days, as I look down the barrel at thirty, birthdays are different. There are no toys, few gifts and only from the closest of close friends. Money is more easily given from countries far away. The games, if there are any, are usually drinking games. Birthdays at work aren't like birthdays at school. In junior high the cool thing was to get mylar balloons or flowers. You could get them in person from a friend or if your mom sent them to you, the office would deliver them. It would be a little scene and you got to carry them around all day. I can't remember the last time I received flowers or what the occasion was, it must have been a while ago. How times change.
|courtesy of searchbeat.com. After several days, the balloon would sink to my bedroom floor. I'd carefully let the last of the air out, flatten it and tack it to my bedroom ceiling. I must have had twenty or more up there at one point.|