For my 30th birthday I had a tray of cream puffs and a zombie themed party. I mean, I'm 22! I'll never get old! Ahem. If I ever do make it to the ripe old age of 30, roses may not be my style, but I could never resist a cake with so much gorgeous work. Gimme those cookies!
My kingdom for a Harry Potter cake! This is just exquisite! It's a shame the birthday boy's name is Ronald since clearly this cake is not about our dear Mr. Weasley. Those lightning bolts and that golden snitch are all Harry all the way. Can I just nibble on a coin for a minute? I promise I'll be quiet and won't bother anyone!
You guys, what happened to Daydream Bear's nose?! Pay attention, silly bear! You're always losing things while you daydream! Oh wait, my bad, I ate your nose in the car on the way to this party. I just couldn't resist!