I had plans to do a different post today, but after trying and failing Saturday to find red velvet cake (unless I wanted to buy a whole bakery cake) for my birthday, I returned home too pooped to pop.

Friday night, birthday twin Sarah and I celebrated our birthday at Root Cafe with our friend Kathy. It was all delicious, and the bread pudding with a candle for us to blow out was yummy, but it wasn’t red velvet, dang it. Still, it was a good birthday weekend, and today is my oldest brother Mitch’s birthday. Years ago he almost got a sister for his birthday. This year, I almost got the arctic hammer he’s getting today. Not sure which of us is luckier.

Enjoy this little clip of my greatest fear, knowing my family. Maybe this is why I never had kids … who would do this to their poor mama on her birthday.