Mama Told Me Not To Come

We went to our friend MARK's surprise BIRTHDAY PARTY last night. His cake had this famous (and edible) NORMAN ROCKWELL image on it (Mark's an artist/painter/illustrator). We heartily consumed the cake hoping to ingest the spirit of Norman Rockwell, like it was some sort of holy Eucarist - only, instead of communion wafers and a goblet of wine there was CAKE and shots of JACK and/or AMARETTO. Norman would've approved, right? We're envious of the wooden ZOMBIE TABLETOP BOWLING SET Mark got...















Happy Birthday, Mark!