They say it's your birthday ...

... it's my birthday too!

I'm 9 years old today! By all standards, an old fart, but I'd much prefer to shit than fart any old day!

Mommy had the audacity to leave me in charge of babysitting Kadi as she went back to Pittsburgh for Easter last weekend. Humph. At least the bitch left us food. Not that I would have wanted to make the car trip, though -- but I got the best surprise from Grandma, who sent along turkey from Honeybaked Ham, just for me! And Grandma even cut it up into lil bite-sized pieces so that Mommy could jump out of the car and throw me a handful and not have to waste any time in gettin' me fed. Grandma rocks socks!

Speaking of socks, I guess I wasn't used to *good* food, because I threw up that sumptuous turkey into Mommy's laundry basket of clean socks. I don't know if she's even noticed it yet. ;)