"Stuball it's not your party!" I murmured.
"my contribution can be matching themed plates, cups and napkins" the glow of every birthday candle he has ever blown out danced in his eyes.
"can I hep ya?" the old bakery lady asked.
"we're looking for a cake with a Rocky Horror Picture Show motif" I glanced at all the nascar cakes knowing I wouldn't have a snowballs chance.
"a what?" she drew back as though she was trying to protect her ignorance.